it was only a rabbit...
This is the bottom of the well.
When we were building our house, the old well from the previous structure wasn't abandoned properly.
One morning, two construction workers heard something coming from the hole of the well. When they looked down into the depths with a painter's spotlight they witnessed a small mocha bunny rabbit in its last moments of defeat.
This is the bottom of the well.
We have since covered up the hole to the rabbit's grave. Was the fate of the animal decided long prior to his falling, and if so, are we all destined in such a way? I've watched people walk over that sheet of plywood so ignorant to the morbid history that lay beneath their feet. Do we do this all the time?
This is the bottom of the well.
Perhaps some of us are created in such a way so that no matter what paths we take, or choices we make, whether they are right or wrong, we end up at the bottom of the well. Am I one of these people? Or maybe I'm too hopeful. I hope that as I stare up from the bottom of that pitted well one of those starved construction workers will lay across the earth on his belly and reach into the soil for my salvation.
This is the bottom of the well.
When we were building our house, the old well from the previous structure wasn't abandoned properly.
One morning, two construction workers heard something coming from the hole of the well. When they looked down into the depths with a painter's spotlight they witnessed a small mocha bunny rabbit in its last moments of defeat.
This is the bottom of the well.
We have since covered up the hole to the rabbit's grave. Was the fate of the animal decided long prior to his falling, and if so, are we all destined in such a way? I've watched people walk over that sheet of plywood so ignorant to the morbid history that lay beneath their feet. Do we do this all the time?
This is the bottom of the well.
Perhaps some of us are created in such a way so that no matter what paths we take, or choices we make, whether they are right or wrong, we end up at the bottom of the well. Am I one of these people? Or maybe I'm too hopeful. I hope that as I stare up from the bottom of that pitted well one of those starved construction workers will lay across the earth on his belly and reach into the soil for my salvation.
This is the bottom of the well.