Secret sprites

I am in awe and fear of this world.. It is a beautiful wonder to behold..I sit here sitting on a perch overlooking the city, looking into its vast intellect.. Sitting amongst literary giants... As the storm clouds roll by, with only glimpses of blue poking its head out like a sprite hiding in the leaves. World of metal, cement and flesh. Luring the souls in by it flow of energy. Thinking on how my life would have played out in simpler times either past or future. Hoping I have made the right choices. Trying not to regret ANY part of any decision. Hoping the wreckage I leave behind will only be discovered by those sprites. The ones I whispered all those secrets too.

Weird Happening

You need to get out on the flesh , it's goin to catch up with you ..so I came to the library to find a book literary poet John Donne and I went and found a couple of book and went to a secluded part to read them and this old woman I sat down by had her back to me and when I sat down she lingered for about a minute and then as she was leaving she said this...  Prior to coming to the library I was watching g a movie about a woman professor who had terminal ovarian cancer and in her last days I began to reflect on how I would take it if my carsinoma I situ were to take hold and I was dying ... It would be a horrible death .. I can't help but think she was talking to me... Saying I still have a chance to change my patters..... I can only hope ...