PLAY ICE- SKATE FOR LIFE

 The question is : '' What starts as a game, ends as a game and has a game in it?'' The answer: ''Life!''
And this is the way his thoughts come back an forth as he slides down through past and future, spinning and swirling in the misty ray. There is light and a reflection, a shadow cast upon the ice as he flows like a warm river of blood on the mirror surface of the area. He respects all orders and jumps, turns and falls. We all have to fall don't we? Falling, losing everything, losing track of time for a moment, throwing one's life in the other reality, one step closer to the afterlife. The game is still on and none notices the loss of the skater, he has to rise and the enemy behind reflects a ghostly shadow on the ice. All fall down. The skates have no control, the ice is broken, the dream ends in the tunes of a song. The bad iceskater laughing at the good one keeps on following and the notion of honesty has to run away and be safe from the incrimination. He stands up again, fighting his own madness as a song goes on and on, as the sun sets bringing the stars  to join the cold night of Siberia. Lights are gone, strings are broken in the dark and the chase continues for life and death. The good ice skater is so tired he wants to break the ice, break it all disappear from the gaze of the bad one and the duel is now an artist's handling of swirls and turns. The porcelan doll spectators laughing at the trails of blood that now bring colour to what once used to be white open their wide eyes wider and tiny fat hands grab the theater transfering it from one to another dimension as the artists jump and lose balance every minute. It might end up when eyes open but when all is closed there's nothing left to do. In a quest for survival I once had the chance to win against the bad skater but I lost life as he cut a strand of my hair with the sound of a broken heart. He skated over it cutting it all to bits and by the time I gave in we both ended up scribbling our stories from different angles of Heaven and Hell. He shall always follow but who would refuse doing their jobs when everything is a game?