I had a nightmare last night. I teleported myself to a rickety shack. It wasn’t particularly bad,just distinctly empty.
There was almost nobody there, except for someone I once cared about. She couldn’t see or hear me and she left and I was all alone.
I realized I was in hell, and I was going to be there for a long time to come.
I remembered the words of a good friend.
“When there is no good left. Not any at all. You have to create some.”
So I set to work on repairing the house I was at.
And I woke up with a song in my heart.
I believe this was meant for more than just me.
You see when so many bad things happen that you don’t have anywhere left to go.
Create some good right where you are.