Friday, January 8, 2010
he fumbles around with his key chain. it is a yellow ball suspended in liquid which is in another transparent ball. he tries to figure out which direction west is in. he gets up suddenly with a sense of determined nervousness, finds a compass and with his finger makes an impression on his bed's mattress. he picks up a tiny book and finds the right page. closes his eyes and he does something he had not done in two years and two months. he prays. and as he does, something deep inside someone sitting in the same room stirs, and he turns to look at those eyes and the peace in them. that is when he knows, it will happen when it has to. it will.