“I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you,“ echoed through my mind. Time passes but her voice keeps haunting me. The mole came out of it’s hole and it saw the light. Blind it went and scurried back into the orifice of the earth made of deep dark soil. I was walking. I always walk. Walking makes me think that I’m getting some where. But I know that it leads no where or does it? I wipe the sweat off my head. It isn’t like that really. The old man on the corner. Stoned faced. A statue, a golem. The wind picks up and the sun drops. Drops of water. Beads of steel. The magnetic force governs each movement. I’m going to be king and my troops are ready for a battle lost in the oblivion of chaos.