Intuition

I'm at a standstill. Things feel stagnant. I'm expectant but not sure what for. I feel anxious and uncertain. Doubtful. There is this lingering feeling that I've missed something and that it's going to hit me any day now. Intuition is a powerful thing. It could be something. It could be nothing. It may sound silly, it may sound crazy, it may even sound like paranoia. Either way, however it may sound, it feels real to you. 

Intuition. Its hard to explain or even share. Its just a feeling, a sense, a hunch. Its funny how easily you can convince yourself of something. We're so fragile. So easily swayed. We can be molded into whatever we create. We follow the contours of our creation and let everything inside sink in until we are so blinded we cannot even see past the lines we've drawn. For something so intangible, its surprising how much value we put on just a feeling.

I have an intuition. A feeling. Its constant and its endless. It doesn't go away. Its become a burden and I carry it around daily. The longer I feel it, the heavier it gets. The clouds are getting fuller. The sky a little darker. Come the first rain drop, I'm ready for whats about to pour