I lay here in memories that are no longer true in a present that is much too different from a recollection that could never have occurred . . rain drops the last of life it has to offer and now it like all wish to take their fill. From here to the mountains a sight unseen by all now lay. Screams echo and people scurry in a panic to their destinations. Thunder roars for that which is to come next and at last finally it is dark. It is now I realize my life is the best it can be there is no pain from loss avoidable, now the only thing that I can see is that which is unavoidable. That for whom which I worry most, my mother. However, I take note of only one thing, will it ever be known to me again if her face is one I recognize again? Death company to life. True to life I only ask that this time I am able to protect that which I care for because I have seen what happens when to death I ask of with a true heart.

 This a story within told before its time.