We are soldiers wearing armor and trudging through the jungle, becoming aware of the enemy prowling right beside us.
They have managed to stay hidden from view but we can hear them. The soft footsteps. The shuffling gear. The breath leaving with as much uncertainty and fear as our families live with back home.
They have to be so close I could reach out my arm and touch the fingertips of their hands reaching back. This is the chase. The dance.
We stay so close to that which can hurt us but do everything we can not to let it reach us. We are running now and trying not to trip as we hear them closing in behind us.
-This is the war. This is why we must stay vigilant.-
July 26th, 2019
CRUSOE 