Life: Blood in Water: Fear

He would lie there longer if that which he referred to as himself would allow him more time. Perhaps he doesn't quite yet understand how much control he has. Perhaps he and the God have more in common than would be realized; unaware that their actions carry more weight than either is prepared to deal with.

He didn't kill him, but his actions would suggest otherwise to the group. Though he felt that he could not and should not leave, he could not live with the confusion that perhaps he did. It does not matter either way he must be presentable for the sake of what is to come next. As the sea breeze drove the grains of sand to spin out-of-control on top of the ground, he is reminded of himself; only considers that perhaps the grain is not out of control, but rather leaving the collective for something greater than would ever befall it where it had lain.

She stood tall, her hair dry from the sun, her voice soft as thunder. She seem to make it point not to smile. As if doing so would produce an unstable element through her. He told her, in no self-fulfilling way, that he had caught a glimpse of, not so much the physical actions of the future, but the emotional responses from each individual he was in close estimation with. Of course she did not believe him, and he of course expected this. As they drove aimlessly the disposition seemed to change, it was as if saying yes to anything so absurd was saying yes to all of existence.

The time was changed. No longer was a free-world what it once meant. The anticipation of aggression seemed to the only never changing factor. Were they meant to meet post humorously in a parking lot? All that matters is that it's a place, and it's one that will determine the course of the rest of their lives. Each comes from someplace that cannot be described it is unspeakable, and yet the individualistic nature of being human places an incessant desire to attempt explanation. He does not know it yet, nor will he probably ever fully know how important each new experience that he is taking control over conjuring will get him closer to the door. He knows that it exists, he also knows that perhaps in searching he has passed it many times though it does not stop him from looking. And because of this he can never go back to the way he was. It is a lonely path that others had tread before him and others are treading along side him, only they rarely cross paths in ways that are obvious to any one of them.

"Silly monkey's; give them thumbs, they make a club and beat their brother down" MJK