Familiar. That is all I can say about the way I feel today as the news descend like a ton of bricks, crushing the air out of me. I remember your hearty laugh. As I stagger into the fog that quickly cleared up with the turn of a few pages, I am back in the same place I was before. I become, again, that hollow wall.
So familiar.
Here I taste the saltiness of tears - of mine and others, smell the stench of death, and hear the tormented moans, voices that blur the line between hope and desperation. Here I am, standing in the middle of this field where I belong, watching God play His merciless hand in yet another throw of dice. A man's destiny is written. You lose again. No second chances, you see.
I suppose we might have been right after all, screaming, kicking, raising hell as we were dragged into this pitiless place out of the safety of our mothers' wombs.
So familiar.
Here I taste the saltiness of tears - of mine and others, smell the stench of death, and hear the tormented moans, voices that blur the line between hope and desperation. Here I am, standing in the middle of this field where I belong, watching God play His merciless hand in yet another throw of dice. A man's destiny is written. You lose again. No second chances, you see.
I suppose we might have been right after all, screaming, kicking, raising hell as we were dragged into this pitiless place out of the safety of our mothers' wombs.
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