Solar-Prower

Staring blankly at my own trembling body, in awe of his bleeding, beating heart. All his life – memories - entwined into this gruesome moment - the end of his existence. Doubtful. Our shared thoughts are able to focus only on the strict, severe sense of pain that envelopes the whole front. Pain that is so closely connected to the dreary bleak haze over the muddy fields on which we risk our own lives. Day in … Day out … Day out. My hand proceeds to grasp for the enemy's source   To help – To give aid. For this fleeting moment, I adjudge my passing fate. Because for now, there is no enemy. Under pressure from my sy