I dated a girl whose brother decided to take a long walk one cold morning when the fog like a heavy hand pressed itself upon her village and forced everyone to lay down and sleep. On that fine and fateful day he cast his jacket over his shoulders and journeyed to a place where he could shed his weariness. With his bitter memories upon him he sat on the railroad tracks and died when a hurtling train blowing its horn loudly carried him off. He left behind his sorrows and a family that loved him. She never recovered from his death and that changed the course of her life. There was a heavy sadness that I could feel over her place and I didn’t think she’d ever escape it. After that she felt there was no place to go, and in a heavy and horrible way his actions brought her sorrow which became a new bondage. If only she could remove her chains. Ill equipped to understand her pain I like a coward departed, and left her to her darkness and confusion. “Men privately plan their escape from the smothering tomb of their life until each year they become more weakened and less brave, and it becomes the sarcophagus that enshrines them. What history will tell us is a good man’s spirit broke under the enslavement of a despot’s mind yet freedom was always there for the taking. All a man had to do was walk away.”~Michael Kurcina LIVE TODAY DAMN YOU!
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