Apr 15, 2010 00:32
I stood still. My mouth agape and silent; my eyes speaking a million meanings a minute. The hammer was cocked and trigger tensed. Words cannot describe the actions henceforth--nor any frequency, gesture, mannerism, photograph, sound, or whatever else you utilize in an attempt to communicate. It lingers of the smell of burnt hair and charred flesh. Details obstructed by plumes of smoke behind veiled faces.
That was one happening I left unscathed. Educational disaster.
I learned, that when you finally let go--accept the ineffable carnage and all it's insatiable minions--it's like taking the training wheels off.
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