You're in my sky.
Everything feels like it is falling into place, in the most odd of ways. Times are incredibly strange, now, people are even stranger which I thought not possible. It is an odd feeling to be wishing the year away, wake up one morning and realize that it is gone. I wonder if I will wake up one morning at 60-something or other and die wondering where all of my time went. Where does the time go? The Hermit has been nudging me and the High Priestess has been hailing me, they want me to look deeper. But, before I look into myself, I have to finish up a project. Once that project is done it will be acceptable for me to think instead of talk things out. (Oh dear, I have such a stupid crush on a straight girl. It is so stupid that I would laugh if it came to anything, but it so will not come to anything.) Once I am done writing about the other I will sort things out in the messy file drawers that make up my mind. I really am beginning to like where I am despite what I have lost and continue to lose (dead skin is how I feel about it.) Everything is falling into place.