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Shadowes That Die and Rot Away.
"If I could do this all again, would I?" The weather witch asks this
tired question again to herself. The truth is, all humans ask theirself
this same question at some point in life. For some, a fleeting, almost nothing to
it thing, then forgotten. For others, it is a question that harrows and haunts
for days, weeks, even years. One that puts to bed the sun and tucks in the moon
night after sleepless night. Right now, this question is feeding at three A.M.
"I wanted children, my own to frolic in the gardens. To teach them, nurture them and
yes, even endure the heartache of letting them go."
"In Kenya, I had that chance, now, I fear I never will again."
The clock ticks away, one day, that clck will stop, and she'll run
out of time. Time, so precious for something that doesn't exist.
When these thoughts ring, so do the prospects. "I need to get out more."
She thinks to herself. She thinks about her teamates to find love in these walls,
and for a moment it makes her sick.
"Will I ever find that happiness?" She ponders. Then she ponders her past, really,
only one face from her youth speaks up, and she falls asleep to that image.
Such sweet young bliss in the shadowe of a memory. Such dreams ride through
pn old feelings. "I must find Jamal!" she thinks as she falls prey to exaustion.
Finis
Shadowes That Die and Rot Away.
"If I could do this all again, would I?" The weather witch asks this
tired question again to herself. The truth is, all humans ask theirself
this same question at some point in life. For some, a fleeting, almost nothing to
it thing, then forgotten. For others, it is a question that harrows and haunts
for days, weeks, even years. One that puts to bed the sun and tucks in the moon
night after sleepless night. Right now, this question is feeding at three A.M.
"I wanted children, my own to frolic in the gardens. To teach them, nurture them and
yes, even endure the heartache of letting them go."
"In Kenya, I had that chance, now, I fear I never will again."
The clock ticks away, one day, that clck will stop, and she'll run
out of time. Time, so precious for something that doesn't exist.
When these thoughts ring, so do the prospects. "I need to get out more."
She thinks to herself. She thinks about her teamates to find love in these walls,
and for a moment it makes her sick.
"Will I ever find that happiness?" She ponders. Then she ponders her past, really,
only one face from her youth speaks up, and she falls asleep to that image.
Such sweet young bliss in the shadowe of a memory. Such dreams ride through
pn old feelings. "I must find Jamal!" she thinks as she falls prey to exaustion.
Finis