The risk is too great, the escape too easy. Speech or silence? Silence. The dillemma is age old, but never becomes easier. Perhaps in the future people will understand. Perhaps in the future people will run, ride the plains. I do not know. I cannot know. I can only hope, hope that I get another chance, a chance not to be alone. I choose wrongly. Speech. I erred, I have been punished. She is lost. Speech. I should have spoken. Perhaps I still can. Leaving was wrong. A dillemma, the wrong route, now a direction. Now hope. Yet I am alone. Am I choosing the right path? There is nobody to sail behind me, aid me in my need. Nobody to show me the way. Perhaps this is how it should be. |
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