this morning #95.

this morning, there was no doubt that her future would be replete with question after question. after consulting the crystals, that much was crystal clear. in their reflection, she had seen uncertainty, which made no sense at all. they were supposed to protect her from harm, give her guidance, show her the way. instead, they had essentially taken a hammer & smashed out every light bulb in her hallway, blackening the path before her. perhaps she had read them wrong? maybe mystery made more sense? why was life shifting so? was it safe to question the crystals? could she even ask the crystals about themselves? if not them, who would provide answers to these questions? when would these questions stop?