A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)

The Internal Enigma

        My life, or something rather like it, had been reduced to a ball of dirt in my hand. I held it, unsure if I wanted to examine it or crush it and watch it fall apart.

            I began to wonder what might be inside, if there was anything alive and apart from the dirt. The dirt was all that there was here, everything was dirt or stone on my barren little world.

            So I picked at the tiny cracks and I worked my way inside, deeper and deeper until I found there was indeed life inside! There was life, bare and defenseless and unknowing of the world around it and I had killed it in my exuberance to find it.  I wondered as I watched it bleed away, what had it been? What would it have been had I not come along?