Sunday, September 26, 2010

And now that I can see that one dread final fence, there is the fear that I will not make it even as far as that. To have travelled so far along this lonely road and to never reach the end would be a tragedy, but it will take all my strength (America), more strength than I have called upon for these past thirty years.

And still there is no-one with whom I can talk about this, once again there are these four grey walls which do not rejoice, comfort nor weep.

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Thursday, September 23, 2010

And so now, I can see the end of the tunnel, but it is darker than I had imagined, and much closer than I feared.

Far from the parting in glory across the sands, this is a slow sinking into the mud and the sunset is not bright and wild, but sorry and clouded with the promise of nothing.

All in all, this not the end for which I had planned.

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