I wrote this piece back in November 14, 1995, what seemed like ages ago, and yet, still tugs at me like I wrote it just yesterday. The piece is about breaking the bonds which hold us and imprison us.
"The world looked trapped in a melancholy dream. The landscape suddenly became somber as the grey sentinels made their way to the horizon. Sometimes they will lash out to the earth like a serpent flicking its amber tongue.Looking out my streaked window I see the storm clouds continuing to blanket the world outside. My heart felt suddenly burdened as the torrents of rain hammered the land. It was a dreary time. A time for new beginnings.
I sit and wait in my humble abode for HIS coming. Behind me the attributes of my life lay still. Gone are the dreams. Gone are regrets and sorrows. Only loneliness greets me now. And yet I anxiously wait for my friend with whom I share this miserable refuge. Each day he warms my spirit with his song. He is quite intelligent, this feathered friend of mine. He comes and sings to me at my window, just singing, never with a look of pity towards my fumbling misery. I miss him dearly. I no longer seek the company of people for I have learned to love other creatures of the world.
The storm continues on and the wind wails like a thousand widows. Still I wait. Still I hope. Somehow though, in my heart of hearts, I knew he won't come. In a purge like this many things die. They die so that others may yet live. My friend is gone. He is finally free. I envy him so."
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