Time has stopped and pathed a frozen path upon which I stand. The endless path has no meaningful point of direction. Over yonder I see a strip of yellow ribbon. Could it be the bleeding sun of which I have yearned? Is it the menacing ice playing tricks with my eyes once more? Please save me from this insanity which I cannot bear no longer! As I slowly walk on, step by step, the ice begins to melt through my raw, naked feet. The frigid ice path that I walk is becoming engulfed in an unconventional warmth: So am I. The frozen path which time has stopped, is coming alive and becoming one with the person who despised him most. The yellow ribbons have turned into an array of orange and red hues. As the bleeding sun begins to melt away the frozen path, and make everything new... I too am being remade and very well coming alive once more.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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