A huge thunderstorm came thought Providence last night – I would say it woke me up out of a solid sleep, but I haven’t had a ‘solid sleep’ in weeks,
I stared out the window as the storm raged, and I swear I saw things, moving, shifting figures during the flashes of lightning. My rational mind tells me that it was just the lightning and the storm playing tricks, of course, my sleepy mind making shapes and figures where there aren’t any.
In a way I agree – thanks to recent events, my state of mind is highly susceptible to the whims of the sinister or macabre as of late. Unfortunately, I know that wasn’t the case. As with so many other experiences in recent weeks, I just know that what I saw was real. The writhing, undulating shadows, the bizarre figures illuminated for the briefest glimpses as the lightning flashed – they were there. I don’t know what they are, but I know they are there, and they’re real. I just don’t have any idea what I’m going to do about it.
Sometimes I really think I’m going crazy. Other times, I just hope I am. The alternative is getting to be too much to think about.