[Journal post] Future plans
In general, I don't plan. Not far. Never had to. I choose a direction and I go. The rest will come. Always has. I'd call it karma but it works far too well in my own favour for that to be the case at all. Maybe this is karma. Here and now. Arkham and red and my dead friends. That is my karmic fate.
Until now, it's all just been this "flow". Just following the natural pull from one point to the next. "Synchronicity". I like that word for it. Whatever it is, I still feel it. Still feel that tug. I'm trapped. Stuck. Locked away. Still, even here? I know it's just another fucking step. Another stone in the path to whatever's next. Just don't have a bloody clue what that might be. It's close, though. Maybe not soon --though I do fucking wish it were-- but close. I need to be here. Need to be here to get to what comes next. It better be damned good, is all I'm going to say. It better be gold plated amazement. After this hellhole, I want a year soaking in hot-tubs and getting erotic massages from swimsuit models.
Somehow? I doubt it's anything so posh.
Until now, it's all just been this "flow". Just following the natural pull from one point to the next. "Synchronicity". I like that word for it. Whatever it is, I still feel it. Still feel that tug. I'm trapped. Stuck. Locked away. Still, even here? I know it's just another fucking step. Another stone in the path to whatever's next. Just don't have a bloody clue what that might be. It's close, though. Maybe not soon --though I do fucking wish it were-- but close. I need to be here. Need to be here to get to what comes next. It better be damned good, is all I'm going to say. It better be gold plated amazement. After this hellhole, I want a year soaking in hot-tubs and getting erotic massages from swimsuit models.
Somehow? I doubt it's anything so posh.