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observation, 1
Contributed by
summers
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Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 11:30:55 AM in AEST
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i see a child holding his mothers hand
and theyre waiting for a train.
and i spent all night driving here trying to outrun the rain.
so im sketching people in a notepad
as they rush frantically through their lives,
and im witnessing these businessmen kiss their wives goodbye.
and theres a clear absence of sympathy,
as i see a man shove a child trying desperately to make his train.
i briefly sketch his gnarled face as it appears to me,
and i sketch the confused child,
his eyes swelling with tears.
and these are the people, ironically, who compose my life.
these inconsiderate people are like grease to the gears
that force my hand to keep drawing.
they are a machine without instructions,
a machine defined entirely by motive:
the need to survive by any means necessary,
and i keep that in mind as i sketch all the details.
and with these memories, ill move on to the next train station.
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summers
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2005-03-22 11:30:55]
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Re: observation, 1
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by allforyou on
Tuesday, 22nd March 2005 @ 05:43:21 PM AEST
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Amazing! You have a real knack for writing.
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