▲Hokum Pocus◄

Here I am again. In front of you. Trying to justify what I have done, what I have in mind, what I'm about to do. Trying to recognize your face. I wonder if I can have a parenthesis for the rest of the day. I wonder if I could stop producing consequences, leaving actions without cause and effect, movements without a trace.

You fuck with my mind all the time and it's not consensual, evidently. 

Stop pointing your little finger at me.

That is not me.

What will happen tomorrow will happen tomorrow. Can I contribute, take credit, change any events? Can my thoughts change the course of my life? The people around? Can I take anyone with me? Can I picture the encounter of two people being connected and in love with each other?

It's definitively a challenge, being aware of every move I make. And whatever comes up next, it will be because either:

1. I imagined it, I did something therefore I brought it to myself.
2. I never thought of it, I wasn't prepared and caught with my guard down. I should have probably known better.
3. It is what it fuckin' is. No matter how much I think, do or don't do. It was bound to happen.
4. God's will.
5.   None of the above, it's all rubbish.

I do not comprehend why I have these thoughts / Premonitions, but they won't leave me alone. I am pushed to think such sentiments are just pious claptrap.