It will pass 3


... a battle was about to ensue ... you needed to be patient to find a vein to feel the flow of life  ... to get time on your side and balance the space ... you took the next step plunging into deep mud ... it begins to snow ... someone was lurking ahead ... a lone wolf misfit or a hermit from antiquity who’d abandoned the world zigzags mysteriously ... the vagabond appears hurt blood oozing from a wound ... you feel a pain that hasn’t yet hit him ... you can’t accurately grasp the features of the face ... you need to discover what lies at the core ... something hidden ... 

... i stop writing overcome with nostalgia ... needing time to recover from the shock... the dramatic conversion about to occur is nothing more than traces of a memory induced by a sort of deviance akin to madness ... my burden is to write exactly what is spoken ... abandon etiquette ... my insights are no longer the product of reason ... the violence will be excised ... the episode may be written elsewhere ... i will claim fabrication ... a falsely concocted vicious untruth ... now to the aftermath ... 


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 ... he strides to face you then drops down ... you stand captive ... before you a lifeless body faceless in the mud covered with snow ... you step over into a tower of screens spiraling upward ... the magpies cackle uproariously exiting into an adjacent room ... you follow running into darkened room after darkened room after darkened room ... disoriented you arrive at where you left off ... the tower ... the smallest magpie circles back inviting  ... go back ... since when do you take orders from birds ... you hesitate ...

... you had recognized one room ... an attic ... a video had flickered on the walls ... strange because the tower of screens were blank ... you assumed everything was broken ... but a video had definitely been projected onto the walls of the attic ... you returned ... it was the last room before exiting into the tower ... you sat rigidly on a padded bench obviously placed for viewing the video ... a man and a women were escaping a forest hut breathlessly running and falling in the snow ... a shot fired ... the man dropped dead ... the women knelt down ... a raven soared above ...

... I speculated ... secrets are buried deep in the ground or stowed away in the attic ... did you have secrets ... i figured in time questions will be answered ... 


::Note:: ... this is what I do on my winter break ... yikes ...


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