Lightening becomes me when I decide to
decipher the next clue, and nondescript phrase from my best friend who stages an event that is tragically a no go from the get go. And to tragedy, another coming event will take me closer to inside his mind, another gateway to see him driving away, a chance that was then- now it's gone, resilient, but not until, or at last, when I was at an age when I cared. Not now I see that there are decisions to make, or break the next scene that become me, when I see that lives are at stake, and i see again, that he does not really care, but to boast of a trivial game won - to see that this decision was not won or lost this time. © 2018 Larry Ingram
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