Thursday, November 15, 2007

I stopped in my tracks to take in what I saw.

The endless gentle blue sky that held the white cirrus clouds.
The soft, fresh breeze around that brought along with it, essense of the fresh grass.
The evergreen trees and grass started to dance in the wind.

Then it happened.

Was it a push?

I was suddenly forced down the stairs.

Was it my body?

I just couldn't stop moving.

Was it natural reaction to something?

I wanted to move faster and faster.

Why?

An impulse of the moment?

I tried to stop, but I coudln't.

I could only slow down a bit.

I turned around.

Was there something behind me?





Nothing.



Then, why?

Why was I running?

Unwilling to stop.


It wasn't a feeling of freedom.

Of joy or excitement.

It wasn't a feeling of being frightened.

Or any feelings of that sort.








It was a feeling of never stopping.

Of wanting to continue to move forward.

It was as though I never wanted to stop.

My last sunset.