I thought I would post something that I wrote last night.  Don't ask me what it means, I have no idea.  It was pretty late when I wrote this.

This Heavy Hour

And reaching beneath her withered breast, she retrieved the object of her search with a sound I could not hear.  I hesitated for a moment, and, leaving uncertainty behind, took the proffered thing into my hands.  It glowed dully, like the moon on a cloudy night.  It was heavier than I expected, pregnant with possibilities.  This heavy hour, too.  It congealed in my mind thoughts that had formerly been free.  I turned it over and ran my fingers over the raised letters on the back.  The language was vague and yet immediate.  A law too subtle to be written, carefully codified on this small, fragile object.  An echo of the past and a warning of things to come for those who could listen.  She smiled knowlingly at me as I continued to examine the amulet.  I couldn't help but think of the statues of fat, smiling Buddhas I had seen on my travels.  She radiated a peace I desired, and desiring it, could not obtain.  This involuntary effort of being still weighed heavily on me.  She was effortless, forgetting her life as melting snow forgets its own.  The front of the amulet was covered in a layer of time, green from the oil on the hands of people like me who had sought answers to questions they did not know.  But underneath could be seen the shadowy outline of a figure, still visible centuries after it's creator had died.  The creation outlives the creator, much like we had outlived our God, or at least the usefullness of Him.  The figure was hard to distinguish at first, until I looked at it more closely.  It resembled the Hindu god Vishnu with its many arms outstretched, for what I don't know. 

I guess maybe I'm starting a new story or something.  I've never really finished anything that I've written, I just enjoy writing.  Well, let me know what you think.  Peace.