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.
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