And the final slap of defeat came as relief.
Though broken, the rest could do some good.
A chance to weigh up the risk of continuing,
starting again... or make a tatical retreat?
All options seemed each as bleak.. stuck in the now.. waiting for the shift...
After waiting sometime... the shift appeared to of forgotten its craft. Just one heavy breath after another...something to seat a beat or beat down to... the rythmn of life.
Waiting at a foot of a bridge, but not to a theme. This was gonna take me somewhere that defies an end.
Where? Where? I really didnt care, im not sure if I was fit for that decission anymore.. but one things for sure... I couldn't stay here...I hoped... it was not too long.. to wait for a bridge. |
Submission Name: too long to wait for a bridge.
