Multiple and various ideas of our reunion flash through my mind.
However, so does the idea of my own untimely death.
Where the voices say you don’t want to live anymore and tell me in that same breath that I’m going to be assassinated, often times I picture you as my assassin, and in a “safe” location, the story breaks, the deception unfolds and in a failed or successful attempt at my slaying all of a sudden I’m the 10’o’clock news.
But from here something doesn’t make sense.
If successful yes, I become the urban hero, the martyr the voices in my head expect me to be, but if unsuccessful, I’m supposed to use my would be killing to pivot into an acting career?
I don’t understand, I don’t see the parallels.
But those are the thoughts in my mind, as unpleasant as they are.