Something Else Awaits

Today is normal. Someone else has fallen to the virus. A few more birds drop dead from the skys. The fires rage on. The people still yell. The scared still scream. The hurt still cry.

It’s normal now. I just can’t help the feeling...that thing are going to get worse. How? It’s so cold now. Yet so so warm. I can feel it. It is familiar.

This sense has hit me before. Soon, something else is coming. And all I can do is sit, and watch as it slowly destroys us. They won’t listen to me. They don’t see it. They won’t know what hit them.