Life: as we were told

...... but I do not love the bright sword for it sharpness,
nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend....-Unknown


when the light goes out,its just two of you...you and all those stuff that you are scared of.Thats pretty much how life has been for the past one month.It has been constant struggle for one whole month;the soldier is barely alive.He was battered,crushed,and churned inside out.If it were not for his one yellow-green companion and his other white companion,he would not have made it to this end of the river.The undercurrents definitely did more harm than help.

Its still all a haze.Its still foggy,acrid and stifling: and he can still feel the blood and the constant clash of metal on metal.One month of total absence from the being........a detour from life.

But it did little help;he did not come out a hero,not rich ,nor enlightened;but weaker and less stable, torn between indecision and helplessness.The soldier needs some sleep now.This is not the end nor the beginning.The winds shall blow again and the waters shall run far and deep,but its time for him to rest....to give a rest to all the burdens.Someone else must carry them now,his job is done.Its time for him to fall...fall prey to the cosmic conspiracy


He does not know why he had been doing it all his life,but he had to,for there was no one else to do it

"Those who danced were thought quite mad by those who could not hear the music." - Angela Monet