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Trash Letters #4

Contributed by iodinelove on Saturday, 13th June 2009 @ 05:30:43 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

There ain't nothing quite like looking into the fearful eyes of a dying man, and the cold, speechless fear spreading from his white and drawn lips. It makes you think about all of those things you could have done. That's what's so funny about it. It makes you think about yourself.

I seen chunks of America, seen bits and pieces of the world all scattered about with a hundred or a hundred thousand flags flittering in the wind, and all the colors and broad excited symbols, they all started to blend into one big mess of gray. Thats the color of our hands after a long day painting in the rain, and the rain always stays when you want it to go, and never goes away when you want it to stay.

What I mean is that life doesnt give you a choice. It dont matter what flag you stand under, or what color you paint with, it all comes out gray in the end. That dying man, he comes to know that, it makes him afraid, and eventually he realizes that all the choices he made, they were never really choices at all.

Youre probably looking for a reason for that, for some explanation. We all are. I guess thats the point.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2009-06-13 17:30:43]
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