Saturday, October 15, 2011

Run

We ran into the night, our footsteps back-lit by the cities burning behind us.
It wouldn't be until we stopped and caught our breath that we'd start to wonder about the ones that did't make it out.  Trying to wait as long as we could, we knew nowhere is safe right now, and it seems like the only way to stay alive is to stay moving, every time we stop even for a second it doesn't take a moment for everything to fall apart.  We haven't even gotten started yet, but already I can see some of the others start to fade as this chase goes on, and I can't help but think about the time coming around the corner when we'll have to make more of those touch choices.  the longer this goes on though, the less difficult they become, in the face of almost certain death, they only get clearer like crystal.  We'll keep this up tonight for as long as we can, but sooner or later we'll have to rest, and I don't want to think about what what will happen next.
I can't help but feel like we've wasted too much time commemorating the past that's slipped through our fingers, but at the same time, I can't blame them.  The burden of what we've lost weighs heavy on me also, and I suppose that's why I try so hard not to think about it.  These days have become far too short though, and never before have we had to be so careful of what we carry with us, and I'm sure that this is one of those things best left behind so that we might have a chance of carrying on. After all... I can't tell you how many times I've pried those sentiments from the cold clutched hands of the dead.

Unlike the way things used to be, there is no one to learn the lessons the dead leave behind for us, so indeed these are the most vein of sacrifices.  All I can really ask for is that I don't end up being found by someone who's doing the same to be, that this thing I'm trying to keep alive will make it somewhere I can be sure it will be safe even after I'm gone.  I know that's asking a lot, but after all we've been through, I don't deserve anything less.  In the end it probably won't be up to me, we can only stay on the run like this for so long until it catches up  to us, I've seen it time and time again, but that never seems to stop us from running does it?  Maybe that's why there's still people out there trying so hard to hold it together... But again...  We all know where that ends up.  The road ahead has never been so dark as it is now, and its never been easy thing to get anyone to march into that, but one thing I know is that if we don't try, we don't stand a chance....

Cheap Talk

I try not to ask myself how we've ended up here, how it is that we could have let things come to this.
Once you start to go down that road though, there's no going back, and there sure aren't any answers to be found along the way.  Only a man who's been there and back can tell you that, but even they're few and far between to find.  All we can do right now is get a handle on what's still in front of us, but with so little left in the wake, that isn't saying very much.

This is what seems to separate us from them, the need to mach on with only the faintest threads of hope left holding us together, the compulsion to stare the fate of the many in the eye and tell it, you're different...  Talk used to be cheap, but out here it's just worthless, that is unless you have something real to back it up with.  This isn't some kind of blind faith that we march ahead with, unlike those who thing the only thing waiting for us is the life after this one, we know somewhere out there is a future we can put our hands on, or at the very least, die trying...