What am I doing?

Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.

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Staggered Steps

Dearly devoted suicide, surrounded by the millions of the silent, the ignorant, the biased and deplorable. To jump into the river, to save a drowning friend, to sacrifice yourself. To add another complex variable into the function of life - to pull from the darkness one that fears the light. To pull a fireman from a burning building, to spare a life at the cost of lives. Felix culpa, my blessed homicide.


We stumble, we stall, we trip and we fall. Life tangles by our feet like the worst of nets, hindering us and delaying us.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What is there to say that the sacrifice is needed to save?

I miss playing br wc3 d2... and the rest.