and so I write

*this is about my journeys I go on when the time is right.  The emotions before, during, and at the top of the roller coaster as the rush is about to hit...
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and so I write

and so I write, on into the night, fading thru the clouds, unable to rise.
Screaming in fear, knowing not what is near, desiring so much, but frozen by any touch.
Jetting out before me I see it clear – land, mountains, and through the forest it can be found: home. Peace.  Life.  Death.  War.
In everything this body yields and it grows.  Cold blue stares me in the face and I blink.  Time to go.

David Sandler © May 24, 2004