the hunted

I was overly protective of HER, HER whose same blood runs through my veins. We had waded through swamps, travelled in tinted cars and hid in houses that won’t seem to lock it’s doors and windows. It was always an urgent flight. Hiding behind pillars and running, always running. I am enveloped by fear but at the same time resigned that I would fight the assassin threatening to kill family, and whom I won’t give up till my body is lifeless and cold. I prepare myself mentally, knowing that I’m scared, but that I have courage that will be enough to wield it’s power to defeat helplessness, and only this matters…

(from last night's dream)
03 aug 04