The Fool and The Passing

Dear Reader,

I was walking today. 

I was walked down this path that was made of cement. It was heavily damaged and weathered: A story it must want to tell. It was very beautiful. On this walk of mine I saw The Fool. It looked to be on the verge of letting go. Its hands tight to Its body ready as if ready to just run, run and not stop.

Fall from exhaustion and gasp for air. 

On the brink of tears...

These two figures were walking the towards It. There once foggy and distorted figures getting clearing with every step. They surly saw It. They could see the outside pain, If I could then what excuse do they have?

Their eyes met...

Their bodies did nothing. Their minds wondered. Their actions tripped.

It continued. Walking...

I wonder what kept It going. I wonder what was wrong.

I tried to help! I tried to run after It. I wanted to catch It as It fell! Why couldn't I reach It?!

There comes times in life where I feel like we need to fall. I guess...we need to be reminded that this is life. That bad will always be apart of good. There will always be a shadow. It's is just a matter of remembering how to stand back up, no? Even if that means we must crawl first. It knows this.

I hope It knows this...