It's time to hit the road again. I like to think that I figure out, or kinda intuit when it's time to move on.
I told Kay, during one of our bedroom discussions, that if there ever comes a time when I cannot be who I truly am without shades of secrecy, then I know it's time for me to go.
Part two of that declaration, which I didn't think of at the time, is that if there ever comes a time when I bring dilemma to your inner sanctum, where you cannot be truly free with and around me, then it's time for me to leave.
And with Praise, it's time to go. This is all based on how I feel, which is kinda senseless to the analog mind. It makes a lot of sense to me though. Especially now that I've successfully taken the thought into the world of dreams.
I had this dream where I was told,
"Run. Emma, run. For your life. You hide behind work. You use work as a cover while your life is at risk. Run."
I was defiant in the dream. I talked back harshly at the person who said it. I was dragged out of the hall for causing a scene. Then I awoke.
I'll run. It's what I've been doing. It's what I know to do.
Run.
