Like a chandelier hanging from a spiderweb.
One bad gust of wind and the world comes crashing down around my head.
No indication, nor catalyst.
Just a sinking feeling,
somewhat akin to dread.
A premonition, if you will, of dark times ahead.
Call it paranoia if you must.
In all likely hood nothing will come of this,
life will continue on the same blissful way it has been.
Nevertheless, these feelings exist and demand to be noticed.
"Dwell on us" they shout.
"Ignore positivity, think of all that could go wrong.
All that you could lose".
Bastards.
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