November 11, 2016
I'm looking toward you. I see something behind you. It's blurry, but distinctly there. I'm not mistaken. Whenever I look at you, I see this blurry apparition behind. It's real. And it's always there. It reminds me of something, a very familiar thing. I can almost say what it is, but I resist. It may be something else. I fear there may come a time when I'll have to decide. A moment of reckoning will arrive, and my fate will be decided. You are there, though, always there. I'm looking toward you. Would you please tell me what I'm seeing?