a_story_for_you pete waking, dreaming just beyond the sun. a valley among the clouds, a waterfall of rain trying to bring comfort, but only bringing tears. his soul, up above and down below, tries to understand, lost in confusion always. he learns about what seems to be the most ill-decided decisions at the most ill-decided times and is stunned, unable to think beyond her words and the truth pipped in by her companion. trying to understand, he lets the waterfall flow, brining only tears. he ponders and wanders about his valley in the clouds, just beyond the sun, trying to understand the reasons behind her words, or at least the emotions of her heart. emotionless and cool, she thrusts herself beyond comprehension yet not quite to confusion. he sits on his rock, stunned and forgets to turn the waterfall off, bringing only tears. he sits and thinks, stunned. she sits across the pond puffing her smoke, eyes going bloodshot, and waits in agonized silence for his words of congradulations. he can't find a way to shine the sun apon the news and is so confused, as her news finally reach their destination. she smiles into the sun below waiting. how sweetly she waits, he thinks. will that sweetness survive the flash? he thinks, stunned, lost, unable to fight, unable to fly. the waterfall fades, its run its course, bringing only tears. she begins to sing. softly. majestically. will the majesty remain, he thinks. he ponders. his eyes burn as his thoughts do their endless circles, asking more questions. he strives for the naivity that will let him answer the question. in his efforts he loses sight of the news and falls to dispair. he needs to say something. she grows restless. he needs to say something. she grows offended. he needs to say something. she clams up, grows cold. she leaves. he looks where she was, waking from his mind trance with words. they choke in his throat. she's gone, bringing only tears. 050620 ... Lemon_Soda Nice, Pete. Here's one my mom told me: One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said," My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all." One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. One is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, gererosity, truth, compassion, tolerance, and faith." The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: " But which of the two wolves will win?" The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed." 050620 ... Doar kudos to pete and LS, I've heard that somewhere before. more than likely some movie or tv show. 050620 ... Lemon_Soda Eh.(shrugs) Maybe my mom saw it somewhere... 050620 ... Doar it's still a good moral storey regardless. 050620 ... Doar it's still a good moral story regardless. 050620 ... Doh! dammit......here we go with the double posting again. 050620 ... pete mine, based on a true story 050620 ... Lemon_Soda And whose to say a Cherokee indian didn't have that conversation with his grandson at some time? :) 050620 ... pete that wasnt what i was getting at ... 050620 ... Lemon_Soda I know. i was joking. ergo the :) No offense meant or taken. 050620 what's it to you? who go blather from