Evermore

Tip toeing through a field of landmines, a garden of carelessly planted death, some left by others, years ago, many placed by us, unknowingly. This field of destruction, of our own making is our home now. Beautiful clear safety just on the other side of no mans land. Will it be our ruin to get there? Will we both make it, or watch the other detonate as we run to our own self preservation?