solisis

In it he speaks not a word to the blind, nor the deaf let him unravel the clues. a patient step over one over two and the trip falls a hair short of misery. i didn't even see him open an eye. not to check if this was the end of the road, dropping thousands of meters less the imaginary infinite to a pit i could only assume to be more comfortable than here. I suppose it doesn't matter to shed haste in a situation such as this. the point would be moot, seeing as he doesn't seem to be traveling with a predefined destination. in fact, it appears to be circular from this far into the heavens. and I've been watching for years.

so what, do you imagine, is the lingering thought that sustains him on an endless walk? for certain there is something that prevents him from simply cancelling the next step and expiring in the blistering heat of a stone washed sand. is there more than one element worth a travel of this calibur? in a walk with zero hope and only a word of promise? I suspect the obvious and place another cushion on the cloud. it would seem that I'll be here for a long time.

i should hope for the best, I suppose. I am an angel afterall. it is typical to experience negative space when playing out the role of life. i believe the correct word is... depression. but it's been so long since I've spoken to another that I cannot be certain. I do wish i was granted the power to help. but I'm just here to lower the ladder when he decides it's time to ascend from something less beautiful....though... i can't say that if i were to consider his motives. the assumed ones, of course. I feel there's no greater demonstration of love than endurance. even if she is only there in memory. he could climb the ladder and see her. he doesn't know this, of course. but she's not going anywhere. and a day here is like nothing when there is no such thing as lifelines and time to remind one of their fear of death and waste.

oh look... i think he smiled. or was that me?