Com: Trouble in the Mountains

There are many that have asked me if i know of she who has ceased

to be. If i have ever been able to separate a creature from the many

that is as hard to identify as the falling snow casted by our winters'

fury. But to think that such a creature exist is to insult all those who

sit down and stand before you.

For would one not be considered blind if they couldn't see the pure

beauty of ones individuality? The seamless patterns that separate

each creation giving them their own identity? For I have only seen

the empty blight cursed upon these hallow eyes, a veil of darkness

that has plunged my soul into the abyss.

Yet with each humming wisp of her voice greeting me and soothing

my being, as if she had never left my side, she tells me those stories

of all those who ask her about this elusive creature that exist in their

wildest fantasies....heheheheh pardon me for laughing

...So do i know of she who has ceased to be? Well that is like asking

me if I have ever seen a sun rise or a sun set, and wll the answer to

both of those would be no, but from what i've heard they are quiet

beautiful if you would grow silent and listen.

authors notes: i wrote a poem a bit ago about the idea of not existing due to ones uniqueness and when i saw this jakalope i made me think of the same thing and i don't know if he's really blind but it came out that way . thaks always fro the inpsiration