To be or not to be... Etc etc etc...

The breeze gets chilly as the feet hastens its pace, through the darkness remains some flickering thoughts. 

An intuition which may only fool the mind as the heart distances further from warmth for fear lurks around the fences.

Like a dream catcher only vague memories of those pleasant dreams remain hanging onto the hope of being revisited again for it leaves a smile and tingling sensation when the shell wakes from it's slumber.

Mentally dramatises the scene from Shakespeare "to be or not to be". Wait or was it the king and I? The king said to the teacher "to be or not to be etc etc etc..."