No ticking of clocks
Just my body and my mind.
Those are the only two things.
No longer alone, but
Two distant halves
sharing, but constantanly competing for the prize:
The one thing I do not have control over.
I feel as if the clock has been set and weare just going through the motions.
Ticking away into eternity.
Time is a crooked bow
waiting to be released.
So much strain on such a delicate, yet intricate thing.
And who is behind it all?
Waiting for the exact moment to release,
letting a volley of events go loose.
This Archer is different.
Usually when an archer releases his grip,
he no longer has control.
He doesn't know what is going to happen next.
This Archer knows what is to happen.
He programmed it.
There is nothing to be uncertain about.
We are all in this world
Everything is predetermined.
All is set.
Now lets finish it off.
Created: May 30, 2012Myself Document Media