Restless Slumbered (k)Nights

How long would it take for an animal to cross a road if it didn’t have the intention of crossing the road in the first place?

How many times has a face appeared in history?

How many times do enemies breathe the same air?

A few questions randomly appeared to me. How come they can do so, so easily? Is thought always intentional? Even if not consciously brought upon - are the subconscious thoughts intending themselves to be intentional? What about the unconscious?

If there was a day I could repeat, it would’ve been sitting on that bed again. There was a calmness to life and the possibilities were endless. They still are.

Imagine a Knight after battle. They lay in a pit of death and decay - the Knight had been left in the battlefield, hidden under bodies once living, now plundered souls into mounds. The Knight gasped for air and raised themself, covered in mud and blood and the stench. The Knight was left, expected to be dead. Wherever the victors have marched, the Knight knows not where, they know not the outcome of the battle, they know no smashed face in the mud, the banners of both sides seemingly torn and strewn.

This Knight has to get home - wherever that may be - but the Knight is clad in armour. The Knight cannot get home while they are in the armour, it is too cumbersome. The Knight, also, cannot remove the armour themself.

So the Knight must shed their armour - with the help of others - in order to make the journey home.

I find that an interesting image.

Until next time.