with the plagued thoughts of suicide burning in my mind, and finally the very state of my mother which aid in said thoughts as if it were a root to a dead tree still existing in this baron world. A tree could scarcely live even if the faithful sun rose again each day.
It was then at that moment it dawned on me. The very card was that sun, the tree needed. It had fixed the problems that I had wished for ranging from the petty to the grand. The cards of others generalized the population by class by the value of them alone. This card, for whatever reason, could be used to the value of others and my own. I am not bound by a shape or a designation. I am not a part of a following that sheep follow. And surely, I am not entrapped by the isolation of my sorry. Not any longer.
“Yes, you are right!” I said as I sprung off, back to solid ground. I quickly grabbed my card the woman had so kindly picked up before running off North down a cracked