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


Somebody once said that when the lights go out,it is just two of you,you and all those stuff that you are scared of.Thats how life has been for the past one month as far as he can remember.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 help him reach the shore or perhaps he would like to believe so.aye

Its still all a haze.Foggy,acrid and stifling:I can still taste the blood and hear the constant clash of metal on metal,my senses are not dead after all or perhaps....

One month of total absence from the being;a detour from life.

I fought bravely.I had no one to protect,but I fought nevertheless.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.

I need to sleep now.This is neither the end nor the beginning.The winds shall blow again and the waters shall run far and deep,but its finally time for me to rest,to give a rest to all the burdens.Someone else must carry them now,my job is done,done well.Its time for me to fall prey to the cosmic conspiracy.