Silence of the 13th
14 years. 14 years since the last time I had been back there. Where Elbert was struck down. Along with my brother Cado. Barb wire and mustard gas fulfilling the the environment around. Asking myself why my brother was taken rather than myself. He was younger. He was smarter. Destined for better things… My mother used to say that you can never change the past. But what if it was for some greater good? Then couldn’t you change it? No? Then what is the point of fate if traced on the wrong tracks. Do you follow fate or does fate follow you? These questions are not just a questionnaire and I don’t expect anybody to have the answers to them when myself doesn’t either. I used to pray for the answers to these questions hoping for some sort of calling too show itself. Yet seeing what I have seen how could there be a god. There is only a line of right and wrong. A line that is crossed time and time again. A rifle something I will never hold again. A brother I will never see again. A friend I will never share memories with again. So if there is no god. Are we energy? But how could energy be self aware. In any aspect of life.
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