posted on Feb, 22 2008 @ 05:02 PM
In this place, the pace of the beat lulls, awakens and sustains me.
I’ve been here before.
So have you.
You just don’t remember.
If you choose to, you can be here again.
Once I leave here, it will be my purpose to remember again.
Once I leave here, I will begin my collection of memories that will equal the sum of my soul.
Once I leave here, I will begin my journey to death.
I’m as safe as I ever will be until I draw my final breath.
Tactile and fluid.
Bound yet free.
Alone but connected.
Brand new and ancient.
No vision but I can view all in darkness.
I will inflict beauty, joy and hope when I leave.
I will illicit the summit and roughest road of another’s walk to remember.
Another would willingly end their journey in order for mine to continue.
The beat quickens.
My departure draws near. I’m needed and expected.
“Allright now…just one more big push…a little more…hold it. Mrs. Hardin, you have….a boy.”