WELL, JESUS CHRIST, I'M NOT SCARED TO DIE
Have you ever just sat in your driveway, slowly unbuckled your seatbelt and wondered how the hell you got to where you are? Perhaps you have driven the same way for months, years, decades and it's just almost as if it's muscle memory. You look around and the house the the same, the view from your rearview too but you can't place it.
It's frightening.
Prague definitely wasn't drunk, at least not from a standard way of thinking; no hoppy beer or stinging vodka...her mind was definitely less than full functioning. What was this new world, she thought but where she would normally answer her question it was just empty. Was this the beginning signs of the flat line of her life? The equine alzheimer's? Perhaps or perhaps life is cruel when you lie down for a three year long nap but so be it.
Some things she will always remember, the Jungle was definitely not lost on her but who lived there now? Would she be welcomed or just thrown away with other feeble minds. If tears could fall from her eyes it would be now, the uncertainty, the sickening silence of growing old of mind...alone. All we can hope is someone that is a familiar face will show up, guide the iron mare to times of new and rebuild her mind.
I'M A LITTLE BIT SCARED OF WHAT COMES AFTER