Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
September 11th. America Under Attack, A Nation Under Seize, the tragedy. What man wasn’t affected? Like many others time seemed to stand still for Mark Windham. What if it had been him on the L.A. bound flights or in the towers? It just as well could have been.
As the sun set on yet another dark day in the man’s life, a near month after the attacks, Windham fought to come to grips with how to handle the what if query.
The smart bet is that time doesn’t drag on like a blade, slowing to magnify personal responses. But the man is wise enough to know different. It had reached a steady crawl before, not for hours but sadly for years. Windham lived in a cruel bubble where any choice he made to reach out, to step outside his walls only served to in fact slow him more.
Every man, woman, and child experience tragedy on some level, as a nation we’re surviving one together. In the grasp of fear, and hallucinations of peace Windham’s bubble was brought a possible answer.
Mortality.
Mark never simply hit rock bottom, he pitched a tent and forged a bed. For so long he searched, for answers, truth, God. In the end he swore, only to serve the annoying ambitions to climb out of his hole, that there would be an answer. Truth lies naked in the open yet also hides from its seekers, occasionally even peeking from a cloud and laughing as fools dare follow. They come for glory, and peace. They chase more often than not out of fear.
Real truth is subjective. What a bastard it is then for playing with so many souls, sprinkling a line of crumbs for the hungry to devour full well knowing it only has to offer what the hungry wants to hear.
The burden of his discovery weighed on Mark’s soul unbearably. He sought guidance only to in the end question purpose.
Through it all Mark Windham truly never thought about that day. He was in search for the moment where answers like manna prior fell from a pleasing sky. The answer never came his hopes turned into a virus and began to take a toll.
What if it had been him?
Windham smiled and shook off the notion that he was using another man’s misfortune to save his own soul. He too will face that day. There’s the truth, the hope he reckoned was that time had slowed.
There will be no great discoveries, the search is over he’s been awakened to face that truth is life and let each day take control.
Mark Windham’s day did not come. It will, but first he’s been granted these new steps where he walks will determine so much, but nothing now that Windham doesn’t know.
As the sun set on yet another dark day in the man’s life, a near month after the attacks, Windham fought to come to grips with how to handle the what if query.
The smart bet is that time doesn’t drag on like a blade, slowing to magnify personal responses. But the man is wise enough to know different. It had reached a steady crawl before, not for hours but sadly for years. Windham lived in a cruel bubble where any choice he made to reach out, to step outside his walls only served to in fact slow him more.
Every man, woman, and child experience tragedy on some level, as a nation we’re surviving one together. In the grasp of fear, and hallucinations of peace Windham’s bubble was brought a possible answer.
Mortality.
Mark never simply hit rock bottom, he pitched a tent and forged a bed. For so long he searched, for answers, truth, God. In the end he swore, only to serve the annoying ambitions to climb out of his hole, that there would be an answer. Truth lies naked in the open yet also hides from its seekers, occasionally even peeking from a cloud and laughing as fools dare follow. They come for glory, and peace. They chase more often than not out of fear.
Real truth is subjective. What a bastard it is then for playing with so many souls, sprinkling a line of crumbs for the hungry to devour full well knowing it only has to offer what the hungry wants to hear.
The burden of his discovery weighed on Mark’s soul unbearably. He sought guidance only to in the end question purpose.
Through it all Mark Windham truly never thought about that day. He was in search for the moment where answers like manna prior fell from a pleasing sky. The answer never came his hopes turned into a virus and began to take a toll.
What if it had been him?
Windham smiled and shook off the notion that he was using another man’s misfortune to save his own soul. He too will face that day. There’s the truth, the hope he reckoned was that time had slowed.
There will be no great discoveries, the search is over he’s been awakened to face that truth is life and let each day take control.
Mark Windham’s day did not come. It will, but first he’s been granted these new steps where he walks will determine so much, but nothing now that Windham doesn’t know.