Astral Samurai

I have been experiencing an odd sensation like something of Deja Vu. It is only outside when I am smoking a cigarette. I feel as if I had been doing this exact thing before but the feeling is very temporary. Yet it returns every few seconds. While experiencing this emotion I try to search my memory for what is causing this sensation. But I cannot quite place it. Was it something about last year or even the year before? Is it something that is yet to happen? While I am not sure the exact cause as of late my dreams have been more vivid and numerous. Perhaps this is because I am getting a full nights sleep going to bed at 10 PM and waking around 9 AM. I am also trying to keep track of the passage of time more regularly. I have been drawing up spreadsheets depicting what, when and how long I do something. I have now become a stickler for chronological detail.  

Where shadows loom darkness shines. When wolves howling carried by winds chilling the bones of mere mortals. Cats creep along the roof tickling spines of those in shelter. A gnarled tree hiding forage squirrels nesting for winter storage. Smoke and fire breathing hate through the embers fueling fear in its wake. A spider's web cloaked in mist traps its prey a tiny tick. And if it is these things you fear may only occur whens Hallows Eve is near.

How long have I been married now I am asking myself. Has it really been four years? There was so much hope in the beginning, so much joy and love. We were inseparable from each other we were both at our happiest. I felt lucky to have her near me after all we had been through together. I wanted our marriage to last as long as my grandparents had. They stuck together through everything even at their bedsides in their last moments together. How romantic and old fashioned. How courageous not to give up on your other half. I never asked my grandparents about their other relationships before they were married. I knew them as Nanny and Jaja when I was young they seemed so tall but when I got older we were on equal footing in more ways than one. I look at my wife she still is beautiful, still as gorgeous as the day we kissed. I remember the candle light dinner on the beach in Florida. Both of our families shared themselves to each other. It was perhaps the most diplomatic event I ...