The Eagle Tree

by Ned Hayes

Time can be difficult for me. It is a continuous thing, and it has no boundaries. Sometimes it moves very fast and sometimes very slow.

But I do not have anything that fades. All of what has happened to me remains in my head, like photographs or movies of the past; it is all precisely present in my head, and it never fades at all. Not even the edges of my memories fade.

My knowledge is a secret that only I possess.

The majority of who I really am is buried underneath the surface, and no one sees it.

Can’t it be enough that I wanted something so badly that I was willing to risk my life to make it happen?