Monday, June 22, 2015

The Battle

It all started with a simple tattoo suggestion. Well, ok, the story really didn’t start there; nor was the tattoo suggestion all that simple. But the story can’t be told, and without the story the tattoo suggestion does indeed appear quite simple.

As I wandered off in search of supplies, tears found an escape. My heart was suddenly overwhelmed with fear and guilt, hope and love, anticipation and regret, joy and peace. The night continued in cautiously friendly hopeful bliss; and yet the chaos within my mind continued, unspoken and unnoticed.

As the evening came to a close, and I sat within the darkness, it became obvious the war had suddenly turned one sided; the hope and love and joy and peace slipped silently into oblivion. The battle was over. The destruction was suddenly clear and unavoidable. The reality behind that one little tattoo was apparent.

The story was complete, and yet was only a fragment.

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