It happened by chance anyways. Now it had to end. I think it came upon a dream. Now back to normalcy after the unforeseen disruption. Calm and life anew – one can only hope.
Forces came down upon us. Battles were fought and – mostly – won. New challenges came almost every day.
Some of the new consequences from all the bustle actually brought a strange, renewed beauty -some of the best stuff we hadn’t seen in a while. It became normal, expected.
But it could all be taken away in an instant.
You had to adapt, be quick on your feet. If you didn’t you’d just kind of linger. No rhyme or reason to how, why and when things would happen or change.
“How long will it be taken away for?” “What will replace it?”
Ever wake up from a bad dream, but the bad dream keeps happening?
