Wind rushes through my hair whipping it around to my face. The horse I'm riding canters to a stop. As my heart starts thudding. I see the despair on his face. I don't wanna do it, I can't but then everything comes crashing down I have to do it. The horse starts up to a gallop again as I walk away from him.
The idea that I'm free should make me happy. Now that I'm away from him...should make me happy also. But instead I feel pain and sadness. I try not to cry as the clouds start swirling into a storm and I'm left alone. Out in an open field I let the rain slowly trickle down my face. I close my eyes enjoying the rain as much as I can just gathering up the moment. Sitting bare back, soaking wet, on a slick black stallion.
Black as my heart.
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