Discrete Entries: terrestris

The train creeps along the base of the hills, marking the line of the water, like a contented caterpillar on the edge of a leaf.

“Wrong,” Dave Gahan repeatedly whispers.

A star on the horizon hovers then moves closer and I hear a buzzing like a mosquito and I wonder if I’m falling or flying.

Trying to hold it all in. Trying to be who everyone thinks I am but this week might be too much.

When will it be too much?

We all want to say something memorable for our last words. A bit of humor or irony or something which answers questions for those by our side and those to come.

But what last words when we can not speak?


Copyright 2013 by T. E. Wilson

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