When the dust settled all that was left on the dusty blood covered battle field was one woman and one man. The woman was short with dark brown hair and had a body that screamed abuse me. Behind her lay a trail of broken hearts and dreams that never came true. The Man was all short but his body could be be described by the word frumpy. It was colorless, completely passive, and all together boring. Behind him lay a trail of un-nurtured dreams. The kind that was realized but never acted upon. And yet here they where. Two warriors stuck in a world made to hurt you. Standing eye to eyes wondering what should happen next. A crux a vital, basic, decisive, or pivotal point. The right answer on a tight rope over a pit of wrong ones. Backwards is not an option. To things will happen. They will both fall into the pit and be forced to start over again. Or they will take a step. As wobbly and treacherous as it may be it could very well be the right way to go. The problem is time. A past that haunts and taunts and laughs at you from behind. And an unknown future based solely on one single and terrifying choose. And time stops briefly to let the to warriors make there move.
And now he goes to bed. Thank you and drive through.
-roguemind 