Thursday, September 9, 2010

a trainwreck

I sit staring with tear filled eyes at a small piece of rope. The tears are from all the hurtful things the rope said and did. The rope offers no solace in the face of fear or despair. Its only solution is to rob me of all I care for. Why is the rope so quick to judgement, why must it be so black and white. I put the rope down.