Dragon

People don't get offended by metaphors because in metaphors it's all on how your mind identifies with it. If you're offended by it, then maybe it's in your head.
When you're reading it your mind produces the images, the feelings, however you portray it is how it is inside you.
Sometimes the things inside you are too dark to even put creatively.
Sometimes if they aren't out, and brought to light then they'll grab your ankles and drag you down into the evil you've been warned of your whole life.

The year of the Dragon sure started out with a fucking bang. Proof we've been sitting in a water sign far too long. My hands are pruned from pulling myself above the water so many times that drowning myself has been the only way out. Sometimes my own weight becomes the fiercest enemy. I shake it off and I'm new.
But lately the shaking just spread the fears, seeps in through my veins like osmosis and Neptune's vibrations echo out to remind me that soon, may be too soon, but also may be too far away.

Where you get stuck in that corner of your mind between time that fills with static and anxiety.
Like a frightened cat hesitating those few seconds between the tires of the car, and your small child in the backseat who makes eye contact with the cat before you feel the bump.
Your heart sinks, you hear them holding their breath and pray to all that is holy they don't look behind the car.
Or when you've realized you ARE that child. You didn't need to look, your eyes filled with tears and the image of that cat meeting eyes with you is etched into your brain for the rest of your life.
Do you resent yourself for hitting the cat?

You ARE that cat. And the lights are blaring in your eyes. Blinded. You know it's over and are still. You can't stop whatever the thunder brings. You don't know the measurements between the wheels to avoid certain death. Your last image...
What is it?

Your mother? Your children? The Ocean's waves even if you've never seen them in person?
The way the wind creates ripples in the fresh snow the same way?
The brightest leaves blowing on your favorite warm day? The eyes of the last person you hurt?
The one you love crying cuddled up in bed holding on to your belongings?

Don't hesitate. Don't ever fucking hesitate.

Saree McClaran