Monday, August 23, 2004
The Cold Place
A crossroads, running off in opposite directions a short distance, turning into a sheer precipice either side falling headily down to infinity.
The winds of fate buffet you incessantly, nearly taking you off your feet from time to time - only there are two fates, and each is at odds with the other. The whispers in your ear - perhaps, what if, maybe - are your own.
Which is the lesser of the two evils?
Where is my redemption?
What do I want?
The winds of fate buffet you incessantly, nearly taking you off your feet from time to time - only there are two fates, and each is at odds with the other. The whispers in your ear - perhaps, what if, maybe - are your own.
Which is the lesser of the two evils?
Where is my redemption?
What do I want?
