Thursday, June 17, 2010
far from grace... yet so far from Hell's gates
Broken fingers, a twisted elbow, a messed up left leg, a few scratched ribs, and a crippled Yamaha! Yesterday... yesterday was close. The closest I have ever come... and yet Death passed me by. I saw Him... looked Him in the eyes. He shook his head and smiled, a cold, heartless, mocking smile. And the wind whispered for him: " A short stop, and an easy end? Not for you brother... I want you to miss her some more..."