shayolbain

As you gaze upon a desert sunrise, feel the sand under your skin, touch the wind againest your face, and hear the flow of life, many things become clear. You ask how things are what they are, what is greatest, who am I, and the last question shocks you. You realise, man is an incomplete masterpiece. It is not Ego speaking, but enlightenment. Our environment, for it is ours to improve or deface, is our home. Each part of our sorroundings is a part of us, and we are a part of it. Stop. Pause. DO you hear its heartbeat? Uncloud your judgement, and reveal the face of your soul. Bar yourself not from the Earths heartbeat, and realise we are

Slowly, and with delibirate calm, Link hung up the phone. Knowing he had done the right thing, knowing that this would make both their lives better, knowing it was all for the best, didnt mean a damn thing. His heart was broken, and he had been the instrument of his own demise. As he strode out of the office, and into the desert heat, his desert uniform pressed losely againest him. It had only taken the Army 7 months into the deployment to finally replace the ragged clothing they had given him. It had only taken her 7 minutes to rip out and pulp his heart. Sigh. As if to much else could go wrong. Even as he thought it, he know those though