river frozen over in an eternal winter. And as children we skate upon
it, taking the risk, living uninhibited by the rules. What ARE the
rules? But the ice is thin in places unknown. Every now and again one
child falls through. The ice is broken by the weight of their
courageous soul and. They fall. Deeper. And deeper into the chilling
water, drowning, losing touch with reality, asking for air, for the
chance to see the light again but. Then they float. Up, up, emerging.
The lucky once open their eyes to see a lone crow sailing ahead,
seeing the trees shiver and moan, feeling the bitter, sharp wind on
their face. But they are just that, the lucky. All others find
themselves colliding with a hard, dense matter which cannot be
penetrated easily, or for the matter, with even much difficulty. The
ice has blocked them in, and of God they may see the lone crow above,
and barely make out the sillohette of the trees, but they are beneath
the surface and without the air, that harsh wind, beautiful because
feeling it means your alive. Yes, they have emerged, but into what? A
perminant state of drowning? A mock reality, where you can see but
cannot feel? What is it worth? It is as if the masquerade has become
life and the showing of the natural born face an unorthodox practice.
But not all forget that breaking throught the ice is impossible. No,
because the sun has shown on those who break through with a massive
force only capable by a fierce determination to live. Fists emerging,
elbows, head ragging passionate for life. They cause the sun to shine
and melt away the ice. And don't you realize that if more would do the
same that the ice might melt completely and never return? That there
may be a day when none shall even know that it was possible to be
trapped under the ice, for it is nonexistent? And roam free without
care. As those children on the ice rink once did.
"You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, ...You shall
not look through my eyes either, ...You shall listen to all sides and
filter them for yourself." - W.W.
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