It’s been such a long journey here. We’re running faster than ever now, but the road just keeps narrowing uphill despite our efforts to beat it. Someday we’ll break through the tree tops to reveal the sky in explosions of milky rainbows as the sun flickers in golden silver rays over the mountain tops. The dawn will be ours, and the low thrum of the tide is how you can be sure. The constant reassurance of existence. We are. We are here. We are gone.
Maybe like the little mouse in the bush, you don’t need to nibble on the hotel bread thrown down to get stale. The child had the best intentions, but was controlled by things far greater than you or it can imagine right now.
It’s been a while. I just got a new computer. I need a new silly webcam thing to take pictures with.