No Hashtag

Something is coming. 

I don’t know what it is, but it’s headed straight for me. 

Nah, you go on. I’ll just sit here at the crossroads and draw in the dirt. 

Can’t run, so I might as well wait.

It’s okay. I’ll be fine.

Really.

I wrote this little verse earlier today. I didn’t even hashtag it. I’m such a rebel. It’s not really fiction, though. There are changes coming — I can feel it.

Just wish I knew what they were.