Battle of my life

[rosygyro]

battle for my life.

I was grieving for a friend and had decided to follow a spiritual path of horror.
I was becoming homeless.
I had already spent 2 weeks on the streets.. sleeping in parks and on bustops. I was hallucinating from lack of good sleep and decided to catch a train to London to be homeless there instead.

I got to a mainline station and decided to catch the underground train to elsewhere in the city, where I imagined (in my minds eye) that someone would stab me to death under a bridge by the river.

I walked up to the edge of the platform and everything went dark green..

somewhere in the dark green I made out 20 days ahead of me
and the realisation that before those 20 days I would be dead.

I realised the 20 days were a cycle..
connected to the tzolskin.

I managed to use this vision of the dark green mayan underground calendar as justification enough to catch a train back across the country to live a bit longer
and make sense of what I saw.

I slept in my clothes and hoes for another 6 weeks..
I couldn't get off the streets.