Things are breaking down, or maybe coming to a head. I am lost, alone, seeking meaning in a land I don’t feel a part of, or safe in. I’ve always seen some light and hope, or some path through the trees, the forest, so way to put out my hands and feel the forest for the trees, each tree it’s own footstone on my metaphorical journey. Having things, at least, as they come to me, make sense. Like this is heading somewhere. But I’m at a crisis point, and I have to turn somewhere I may not have been humble or ready or willing to submit and look to before.
I call out from my place of danger and despair… Please, if you can hear me…
Neo, if you’re out there, I could use some help.
The Haunted Typewriter 