Embers
 
 25/5/97 5:20 AM
 Charles Dum
 
 I'm writing my life away, signing my death away, giving my breath 
 away. Judge not my life as my life has judged itself often enough 
 already. My life is like that of a fire: easily engulfed and yet 
 once out of control it may become wild and unmanageable. A fire 
 may be banked to be relit later on and so is it with myself.  My 
 temper may become "banked" to be held on to as soon as there would 
 be "fuel" for it to feed on.  Flashbacks, memories, a baseball in 
 the hand, a hike traveled. I close my eyes and everything has 
 changes. Inside my head I see other realities; none more or less 
 correct, just out of context with each other. I close my eyes and
 see one life flat out in front of me. Of all the choices I for some 
 reason chose this one.