it doesn't make things any easier, knowing it's divine intervention. hell, what if it's not? what if this is some big, human mistake that is utterly unfixable?
all the lightbulbs in the room keep dying with an ugly pop and i find myself blinded and blinking in the dark. i feel an earthquake under my feet and i know all the plates are falling from the shelves with a sick shatter. and i can feel the shards snowing in my hair, gnawing at my scalp. i feel like all my brains will surely spill out and there's no way i can gather them all up before the lights come back on.
what next, God? I'd like to say I'm ready, but I really shouldn't lie.
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