that silent e

Where did this beautiful belief in life come from? Where did it go? I sit here on the precipice of endless tomorrows... even if they end. Leo's in trouble... sinking down into the muck without much luck of the golden sun to save him. I ask myself how could he get himself into such a predicament? Did he trust too much? He did it for the child within himself... the one that knew right from wrong. As we grow old right and wrong take different paths. Suddenly the "law"... the "righteous" step in to protect the "wrong", the "unlawful"... and they seem to do it with more fervor as time passes. We uphold the law for those who know how to use it and manipulate it to their purpose. I see Leo sink and I wonder how this one will play out... when the world loses it's sun.. will it care? I ask with sadness and heaviness of heart for Leo. I would love to see the sun again, natural fires playing on natural earths... but I fear these days are gone and long forgotten... long roads, paths... labyrinths in the woods destroyed.... I fear they've been bulldozed by malice. If energy follows thought... my thoughts would bring about some different sort of energy. Take a dark thunder... a dark day you've brought... with gale force winds... with snapping branches. Take that and remember that although you sink Leo into the mud.. in his naive trust of you... you also create your own prison of remembering... this is now YOUR energy following YOUR thought. And it will run it's course.