Part two. {Written on my birthday on the 7th of May)
May 24, 2010
Part two, three, four. However many you want to call it. It doesn’t matter anymore. Almost at the end of his game. The battle victorious from the enemies line of attack. Originally perhaps defence. But the cultivated capture and recruitment of the lost souls inhabited by the lustre of the feeling, overpower any resistance he might have once wished to attain.
He is saddened. He knows he has lost. He was dying all along, and he knows his time of end is upon the edge of what’s left of his mind. His body won’t communicate. Won’t function. Won’t co-operate. His thoughts grasp onto the hopefulness of visions consisting of normality.
Someone is trying to save him. Not understanding why, confused and delirious as to what could possibly be the attraction, notion, meaning or motive for such nonsense. If it were to make sense, then it couldn’t possibly be real could it? Therefore, not visioning or requesting a specific future or gainfull result, the mission continues. Selflessness acts of kindness. Amazed at the overwhelming concept of such brutality yet gratitude consisting in one being. Its like an iron bar has clad over the judgement of normality. Risking ones own life for justification that another deserves just as much as a second chance and the saviour once allowed themselves.
