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Do you think about death? What it would be like,to escape, run, fly? I do. I'm scared as I look through my irrited eyes seeing life passing me by. "Capture the moment!",you say this so vivaciously, "Don't think so much" Do your hands shake?! My stomach turns too when I'm confronted by life from another side, another dimension, where people have eyes that gleam at the like and think "Wot am I gonna 'ave for tea?" I'd like to think, to think again, to think like other people do. What? Oh, you mean when I walk down the street you can see my thoughts breaking my steps. Are they laughing at me?! Please God don't say yes. My heart might enlarge to the size of your lung and k-thump k-thump on the ground. I'd like to be four, no two-and-a-half, or maybe just back in the womb, to hear the heart beat of what seemed like my God, like mother who used to breathe to soothe, soothe me. Do we have a choice when we're a flicker in the air or a fragement of someone's imagination? Or all through life does someone make our choices: don't,do or no! You see my choice is accurate but ignored by those who have hearts and souls as whole as any fruit. Put aside is my need, my one and only need. Cast away is my wish, my one and only wish. So..I shall breathe in and out through day and through night, like a baby in a dead mother's womb. Sometimes, just sometimes, I think someone is calling me and telling me that my time should be over. But I remember that only the good die young. ... |