He just appeared from thin air and said:
How long has she been here?
About 390,000 hours….
Did you know about it?
Nothing at first….
Has she said anything?
Yes, but nothing that makes any sense….
It’s Time!
Time?….
Strike the Match!!!
But, can’t you smell it in the air? The floor is soaked in it!!!
Strike….The….Match.
But….
He then lent forward, looked me in the eye, and commanded:
Free The Fear…. Strike the Match & let it go. There is no more that you can do. Free The Fear. Let go!
& so I did. And wondered about it all.
As The match was falling in slow motion & just about an inch away from landing on the floor….
Hundreds & hundreds of birds,
Hundreds of hundreds of birds,
Singing away,
Singing away,
It…must…be…spring
Hundreds of hundreds of flowers,
Hundreds of hundreds of flowers,
Nodding their heads,
Nodding their heads,
It…must…be…spring.
Marathon
