Friday, 14 February 2014
It happened only yesterday, I know this for it was light, then dark, and now light again.
They say time flies when you are having fun, I know now beyond any doubt that it certainly crawls when you are not.
I know it was only yesterday, but time is passing so slowly it seems like months ago.
The Harley lay across my back and shoulders, eighteen thousand dollars worth of scrap metal mingled with a priceless amount of scrap flesh and bone.
The leaf mould and soil beneath my cheek feels cold and damp, the small creatures scurrying over my face serve as a reminder that I still live, from the neck up anyway.
I hear a car pull to a stop, a door slam, footsteps, loud on blacktop, softer on the slope of the ditch.
Salvation, of a sorts.
I cannot look towards my tomorrows, I am afraid for what they may bring, and for what they may leave behind.
I wish for only yesterday.
©2014 Stephen. J. Green.