Old english fields full of history,
corn sways to the silent sound of the past,
men walked and died before me,
I find comfort in the knowledge that men survived hardship, not hardship I understand.
Where have these souls gone,
do they just vanish, or enter another dimension?
questions I ask myself, a romantic notion of the afterlife.
Existing humans touch the cold surface of the stones, looking for answers, answers to their fears.
maybe finding faith in themselves.
I stand on the stones and gaze upwards in to the sky, noting the angry anvils of the storm approaching, Its power bewilders me, fascinates me.
my mind blanks, I too seek answers from chaos.
A toss of the coin desides my fate, heads she loves me, tails she does not, the coin spins for a moment in the air, I will it to say she loves me, I take a breath as it lands softly in my palm, wondering what the outcome of my love will be.
Heads it is, so love me do.
I get knocked down, but i get up again!