Trying to See

It is STARLING all over me. I sit, lifeless, in a chair as they consume me energetically. Being dead in head I see very little. Time shifts by and I am nothing to any space or place. The constant revelry is taking a toll. Contact is called for, but I feel terror at picking up the line. Will a move left or right make it worse? Can I protect and respect a source while buffeting a system that stalks me as an entity, not a human being. There are pros and foes all in the same line. Energetic transfer is big business, but I do it on the internet to remain free. There is no almighty about me. Purgery is all of yee. Today has a free floating terror that marks the sun and sky. Who is this guy? He is messing with the shield. I stand back, but I listen to the heart beat. Get away today. Who will pay for this? I just move in to infinity and begin to see a blackened chair of deceit. Mold and grey is all I can say. Law enforcement a little too ever present around me. It is just a sign of change in the atmosphere and I mind it as I do the air. Water is in view, and I must stay clear of all of you.