Friday, April 22, 2016

Demons Of The Past

Sometimes life happens. I work on an entry and life gets in the way and it doesn’t get done. Then another idea pops up and I go with that one. And that one doesn’t get done for the same reason. Sometimes there are two or three unpublished entries between published ones. Right now I several I would like to finish and probably just as many that should just be deleted because they’re old and probably not relevant anymore. I am usually not able to re-visit these entries because life will throw at me more interesting, relevant ones. But life is unpredictable and I felt that this one, started over a year ago, needed to be shared today.

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The day seems to be a typical one, just another day in a string of days, walking down a street you walk down daily.  Your body starts to tense and you attempt a deep breath but your chest feels tight.  You attempt another breath and you are suddenly aware of the sirens.  The sound is far, so far that none of the cars in the street are stopping or making an effort to pull over.  So far that no one around you seems to even hear it.