I have been filling up this hole in this field. I came accross it one day on a walk. This hole is much like a cave except you can’t walk into it. It is to stright up and down; too step to climp into.
Some where a long the way I started dumping parts of my self in the hole. Maybe parts of me would find the bottom. Maybe if I poured enough of myself, the bottom will raise to the top. I have been dumping myself into this hole for a while now. I can’t yet see the bottom and nothing of what I have added has come even close to lining even a corner of the bottom. Sometimes I peer into the cave and I think I can see something, someone standing in the middle maybe even looking right back up at me. Can You hear me? I’m calling, shouting why doen’t they answer. Maybe they can’t hear me at all.
I can hear the wind and what I think that is the ocean in the background….
Everything is quite now and what I thought I saw is gone and I have nothing left to toss in the hole.
