I'm not a very fatalistic person. That being said there's an image that keeps flashing through my head at odd times, sometimes awake and sometimes when I'm sleeping. I'm walking through a woods, well in my case it is mostly stumbling and half crawling and falling against trees. I fall twice as often as I manage to stay on my feet. There's a rope around my waist that keeps from completely falling on my face, it stretcher out before me and I can't see the end. I have to find the end of the rope, it's important. I forget to keep track of how long I've been walking, it's not important. Come says the constant tug on the rope and so I do, Finally the trees slowly recede and there in the center of a field, holding the other end of the rope stands a man whose eyes are neither blue or green but somehow both and I realize that everything will be OK It never fails to get me to smile wheter it comes in the form of a waking daydream or a sleeping one.
On Bended Knee,
Silver
