POD319

The world has lost some of it’s color some of its splendor. I’m not stuck in a rut, but I am just above a singularity Then Then I open the mail and read the letter. Something stirs. Something rises. My soul shakes loose its cob webs clears away the dust. It pulls at the chains and they snap like the brittle twigs they are. I’m flying high, I’m soaring, just as my eyes fly from word to word I’m … I’m smiling. Truly, Genuinely smiling. My first in weeks. As I read further I get scarred, “What if I cannot do this?” And my soul reaches new heights. I’m at the stratosph

My smile is strained and crooked and broken. I’ve not slept. To sleep is to dream. To dream is to know. In knowing I weep. In weeping I bleed. I am small and feelings are large. Giant Toothy Shadowed They encompass me. They fill me. They empower me. I shudder and bend under their power. My smile is crooked and strained and Broken.

“Where am I?” I said through limp lips. “Where you are is where you wish to be,” said a voice full of light. My eyes opened. The clouds danced above my pupils. I sat up, feeling as light as the clouds that surrounded me. I was alone, alone in a field of flowers. “Where am I?” I reiterated, thinking aloud. “Where you are is such a strange question of one such as you to be asking. You are exactly where you want to be, you are exactly where you need to be,” said a flower as it looked up at me. My eyes widened. “Oh, child you think that only a human form is able to talk? Is able to think? Is a

I have seen him weep and I have seen him cry and I have seen him in the throws of victory and ecstasy. Yet, Yet I look at him now, broken and crippled and old. And I see sadness in his eyes. The eyes that have led to victory. And I see him weep. privately quietly softly. He thinks no one sees, but I see. In the midst of the speech, the speech of victory and patriotism, I see him weeping. He thinks no one sees but I see. I’ve always seen. Then he is called. He ambles forth, like a man to execution. He reads the words prescribed to him. His lips barely move. Then he stops. As if to take a breath, yet he stays a moment lon