Nov 09 2006
In case of danger (don’t most folks flee?)
There.
There I stood.
Ready for the blow.
Ready for the shot.
The one that would take my life away from me.
But for some strange reason.
I didn’t even know how I had gotten myself here.
And more than that.
I didn’t even know where here was.
The walls.
The stones.
The buildings.
The noises.
The smells.
And especially this person standing in front of me.
I had no idea who any of them were or where they had come from.
Nothing was even remotely familiar.
And yet.
Even though.
I had no clue what was going on.
Or how I had arrived at this very place.
Nevertheless.
Somehow.
I knew that it had been my feet.
I knew that it had been my steps.
They are what had brought me to this dark, dank alley.
Adrenaline coursed violently through my veins.
It was already running when I got here.
So it was its running that brought me here.
But there was no running anymore.
The pulsing of my heart ebbed.
The energy the propelled the mystery flight was no longer present.
There.
There I stood.
Ready for the blow.
Ready for the shot.
The one that would take my life away from me.
And I wondered why I was so passive, accepting, and resigned to my fate.
APN.
Copyright 10/08/2006
