My Spidey Sense Is Tingling — Sending A Shiver Down My Spine

Just Filling Up My Gas Tank At The Start of The Apocalypse 😅

Have you ever had the feeling that you were on the brink?

Of what?

That’s just it.

You don’t know…

But…

You can feel it.

It stinks.

Like death.

Hot air breathing down your neck.

It’s at the tip of your tongue.

You can almost put your finger on it.

It’s more familiar than familiarity.

But the words won’t impregnate your mind.

Nor will any images.

It’s like someone’s name that you just learned…

That you just forgot 20 seconds ago.

You can feel it escaping you.

It’s slipping out of your grasp.

It’s gone.

Oh right.

What if we’re on the actual brink?

Of war.

Not just any war…

The Big war.

World War Three?

Even one year ago, I would have said it’s unthinkable.

But so many unthinkable things are happening right now, all at once.

Red flags left and right.

I know better than to ignore red flags.

It gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Goosebumps.

The hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Sends a shiver down my spine.

My Spidey Sense is tingling.

This looks familiar.

I’ve seen this before.

It’s a memory so devastating.

It’s like it sur…