God Wink
When faith and fate both worked for us blind travellers.
Despite thorns, thistles, the slippery floor of the forest and human hunters with guns loaded aiming directions where sounds of squashed leaves is heard. For all they know only humans travel the forest and whichever way they would stop them from crossing to the other side.
Tons of wasted bullets, well, loads of travellers were caught by stray bullets.
God wink, answers to murmured prayers; fearful heart cry directed to him in the forest of fear especially at night under carnivorous trees; tomb shelters. When we shiver not only for fear of being eaten up but because the hunters have distinct eyes that function well in the dark. But when morning comes the scenes of having being eaten up or of our brain being smashed out by bullets happened only in our dreams.
Dreams, children of our fear, children that never grew into adults.
One time we got jealous of the dead because they feel neither pain nor the fear of the living. Maybe they feel the pain only the dead could explain but we know not. Pains more than sharp poisoned thorns piercing our foot soles and skin.
Will fate ever be fair to us all?
Stinking discoloured human flesh, worms feasting on skulls. Flesh falling off human bodies. When those scary images of our day travel comes to our night dreams we cover our mouth tight with our palms and the scream which is meant to sound out enters back into our veins and cold shiver of fear travels round our whole body.
But faith and fate worked for this blind traveller, though blind too, he stand now at the other side of the forest of fear
…And the hundred human hunters fume and are full of range dipped in hatred and failure.
