A boy girl prose dialogue amongst friends.
The boy says:
'I'm alive and the future is unwritten.'
The girl says:
'Then pick up your pen, take up your sword, lift up your eyes and write your destiny, fight for your sanity and see your beautiful self. For no one can create our inner peace as well as our selves, no one can defend our honour with as much integrity as our own souls and no one can view our future as well as the eyes that see what they want.'
The boy says:
'The pen seems heavy, the sword appears blunt... my eyes I squint and try to focus on some destiny... my sanity is a fight I fight each waking minute of every single day. The inner peace is swamped by inner turmoil... its gravity is heavy... ground focused for too long, there needs to be a hint, a promise of an horizon.'
The girl says:
'Close your eyes then and breathe, visualise a golden light surrounding you, extending up infinitely and down deep into the earth, cocooning you in love and protection and peace. The horizon will appear, it always does.'
The conversation is complete.
