decisions

Decisions are tough. Tougher than any leather a hungry predator can devour to chew. It is even tougher to be mindful whether to gobble and ingest or to cough it out. The endless regurgitation is a race in concert with seamless doubt. That is, whether prey is abundant or scarce. To consume is to wander with thoughts towering as the canopy in the damp woods; except when finding your place to consume would paradoxically consume your thoughts.

There will be no looking up. Visions are only limited to the horizon; to graze after the winter withers and savor the springtime? To bathe in the muddy puddles in sweltering summer? Or delight with the colors of fall that would blind the hunger come another biting cold winter nights. Yet there can always be barnyards; readily available pastures as fresh as a decaying log unnoticed even by the quaint rivers. This refuge will open the gate to warm nights touched not by a single rain drop falling from the grinning skies. Could half the sunshine suffice to combat your hunger for freedom? Life is too short and decisions has to be made...now.