Thursday, February 20, 2020
A storm is brewing.
Your traveling on bad land.
The terrain doesn't feel the same.
Your intuition is erupting inside your head like a mad band.
You feel it deep in your spirit you know your being watched and preyed on.
The energy in the room is fiery.
This is not your scene.
Intentions are being reviled as soon as names and numbers start dropping.
False smiles and deceptive embarrasses are being handed out.
Your ego's telling you stay.
Your intuition is warning of potential danger and begging you to find an
Stay to save face?
Or leave to be safe?
It may well be your last.
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