The Market was the only place that seemed safe. It started out as an innocent journey. The brown and reddish leaves falling off the face of the trees. I cleared my head of dying thoughts and focused on the road before me. My heart radiated the broken unspoken thoughts I had just let go. I could not escape their presence.

It would be my death before I would be able to let them go. I let the gray clouds infect my mood and I blended into the scenery praying for relief of these painful thoughts.

The pain was old pain, not new, and I knew that with each passing second the old pain would begin to feel like new again. I refused to let panic into the mix...taking a deep breath I turned and faced the coming storm. I knew two things; I would either live or die...and in the moment my feet took flight, I cared not if I lived or died.