Retreat
The worn pieces of rubber and suede slip comfortably over his barren feet. he pulls a thin jacket around his body and a black wool cap onto his head. He turns up his collar to help break the foreboding wind he is bound to face.
Silently he steps into the cool night air and suddenly the wind grips his body. Its icy fingers gripping his body and tearing at every piece of exposed flesh. He pulls his hat down a little lower his exposed skin redening from the chilling gales. As he steps teh earth slips away from underneath him as the mixtures of crystiline water and heat cause his world to melt right underneath him.
He approaches his old playing grounds now reduced to ruble unkept by the men and torn down by the earth. He walks over and sits on one ofthe old swings. He rembers back to a tiem when everything was so simple when all he had to do was pump his legs and he could be on top of the world. A chain creaks and his body slips into the filthy concotion below him.
Yet he dosn't move he just sits there as the cold mixture soaks straight through the nylon and polyester. Then he slowly picks him self up barely noticing that he is now soaked right through. As the wind begins to pick up and roar its icy he can feel once again it lash at his open skin yet now it also chills his posterier as it begins to freeze the large wet area. He stands sillouetted by teh bright moon that night but is soon quickly swallowed up by the darkness as a vapourus mass passes by the reflecting light.
As the night dwindles on he remains there standing just standing not doing anyhting. Looking but not seeing anyhting he stares into the blank oblivion. He tried to get it all together in his head but nothing clicks no final piece to hold the entire puzzle together. A crumpled mass lays there as Jack frost has recalled his chills for the night and Apollo 's horses break the horizon each ones mane flames with the fire of the sun itself but it is to late. Hades cold grip has already caught the young man who never had it figured out. And all thats left is his tattered old cap of black wool. And a thousand memories left of the past that none would ever know.
We fear the unknown every man does no exceptions everything has its price and everyhting has its limitations but the refusal to accept these shows the mark of a person who will be succesfull and wil lconquer. Unfortunatly i do not posses these qualities and thus was doomed form the start for indecision is a close friend of mine.