(no subject)
Early in the morning, in the depth of a chill hidden deep within the womb of indifference I stood.
"Cold harbour," I spoke "havoc will take hold if we stay here." I looked on at the lingering lights
that swept through the steam clad sky. It was coming. I saw that, I made record of that. I told the others,
did they listen? Gripped in the stench of smug, I held firm. Knowing that I didnt have to be right
didnt seem to unnerve me anymore. "We are changing, taking control." I heard murmurs coming from
behind. "The darkness unearthed us and will assume power, ultimate power." The voices were
elevated in their accent and to my horror I realised the truth. I turned sharply....but the waves hit,
my vessel was rocked, throwing me to the floor with a vigour and punch that took me by surprise.
I scrambled to my feet and stood there, feet firmly on the ground. It had come, swept through us all as
we looked on. Shivering it met us on this cold cold morning and breathless did it leave us. An eye for an
eye they said, revenge is a dish... they said. They hadnt listened had they? Perhaps if they had this
wouldnt have been our cost. Indifference is a denial in itself of the gift of decision. The reluctance has hurt
us all and as we are now left strangled to silence I have but one thing to say, bukkaka.