Life as Water
I am fighting a losing war. I am losing strength, losing the resolve to help mankind. I need to get out of Satellite Beach. Humanity here is so self-contained, so repetitive. Days off work tear my mind apart.
But everything is okay. There is a steak thawing in the fridge. I have a hackey sack and a half-pack of stale cigarettes, and the sun is shining. There are shoes on my feet and wings on my ankles, and I can go anywhere. Life, for the moment, is good.
But soon the shells will start to fall again. Soon the dogs of war will again run loose through the streets in the little city of my brain.
And I will be ready, like always.
For now though, my wings pull me toward the beach.
But everything is okay. There is a steak thawing in the fridge. I have a hackey sack and a half-pack of stale cigarettes, and the sun is shining. There are shoes on my feet and wings on my ankles, and I can go anywhere. Life, for the moment, is good.
But soon the shells will start to fall again. Soon the dogs of war will again run loose through the streets in the little city of my brain.
And I will be ready, like always.
For now though, my wings pull me toward the beach.