My words have been few as of late. I am going to attempt to write for five minutes.
I’ve got my white flag raised. I’ve attached it to a branch I found laying across the path. And white…well it used be white. Its more of a murky grey color.
I’ve dragged it though the dirt a time or two on my journey here. Tripping my way over rocks and stones littering the pathway.
And its waving. Well its moving. It hard to tell if I am signalling defeat or a warning of what is to come.
Because I’m new on this journey. The maps long gone and my compass broke a few miles back.
Do you know where I am? Who I am?
I would like to surrender.