There’s a Flood Coming
I am changing. I know I am.
It’s a thrilling experience, like getting ready to jump. And it’s the feeling of knowing with no words to tell. Like a secret. Like nurturing something deep inside only you know about.
It’s a discovery, an insight, a revelation. It’s the start of a crusade, a war on what has been and a fight for what shall come. It’s a conquest of I and the drought I have forced myself to grow in.
It’s about standing in the rain and finally see the flood coming. Without guilt. Without conflict.