It's a battle between you and the wind.

The darkness surrounds you, consumes you, but you see the dim lights ahead.

You fight against the stronger force, knowing that it can beat you, but being too determined to stop.

Your imagination stabs you in the back.

But you move forward.

And you make it home, not because you want to, but because you have to.

So, every Friday I'll try to have a different person's view. If I can get people to write their opinions for me. I plan to just put my notebook in front of someone, look them in the eye, and say, "Write." I have someone for today. Look at the post above.