One Last Stand

He steps outside to ease his troubled mind. Wind grabs at his tattered cloak; spray from the furious waves mock the firmness of his belief in safety. Feelings alone hold him together dancing wildly from each tingling hair to those receptors that step over his command. Mutiny could be his downfall. Struggling to balance emotion with pride he attempts the last stand, which he has prepared for but for which he is truly disappointed, glory it seems has a price. Even though the outcome is what was planned from the beginning, the first thought that ever had been pulled out of that place which is there but not seen. Here everything is the same but empty except those few dreaming minds that have the means to stay long enough to appreciate a place that is full of peace and silence. They walk, yet they search for nothing that I could begin to understand, and it would be impossible to try, considering all that i know. So far it could be something that I truly appreciate, but I still have lots of learning to accomplish, maybe someday.