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Post by Archagon on Feb 4, 2003 23:26:45 GMT -5
I sit, thinking...what has happened? First, a child - then a teen - then, in the same place, an old man, dying, reflecting on the things he has never done. Thinking about the life he could have had. Recovering the factors, realizing the mistakes, forcing his mind to go through it all - then coming back to reality...just a teen...yet I feel old.
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Post by The Silence on Feb 4, 2003 23:27:53 GMT -5
"Age must give way to youth, no doubt. But not yet, not yet." -- Mason Cooley
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Post by Blues on Feb 4, 2003 23:34:26 GMT -5
when I went to the hospital, I felt like I had aged a million years....
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Post by Archagon on Feb 4, 2003 23:36:20 GMT -5
This is not a disease of the body...rather a disease of the soul...
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Post by Blues on Feb 4, 2003 23:37:51 GMT -5
Archagon, you don't realize what hapopens to you in the hospital for 2 weeks, do you?
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Post by Archagon on Feb 4, 2003 23:38:28 GMT -5
Have you ever longed to be human, but fallen short?
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Post by The Silence on Feb 4, 2003 23:39:25 GMT -5
"Life is a disease; and the only difference between one man and another is the stage of the disease at which he lives. " -- George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950)
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Post by Archagon on Feb 4, 2003 23:43:05 GMT -5
I cannot but agree...
Have you seen the raindrops, falling, like tears, out of a dead sky? Where is their comfort...? Do you know of the weight with no support?
No...
The sky...it has a soul.
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Post by Blues on Feb 4, 2003 23:45:09 GMT -5
I always liked the sky. I like the way I could pretend to fly.... and being shut away 24-7 for 5 days made me appricieat it even more.
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Post by Archagon on Feb 4, 2003 23:46:45 GMT -5
No...but the sky doesn't cry...it bleeds.
I call out...
An echo.
Rebounds...
Death.
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Post by The Silence on Feb 4, 2003 23:49:57 GMT -5
"The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!" -- Peter Bell
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Post by Archagon on Feb 4, 2003 23:52:21 GMT -5
Yet I see it! Alas, too well...
Thoughts leave me...as I begin to feel doozy, I realize the fine texture of the fence or the minute swings of the grass.
I become the World...
Then I grow old...
Then I return.
As Archagon.
Then as Alexei.
Then as no one...
Only darkness.
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Post by The Silence on Feb 4, 2003 23:55:04 GMT -5
"Nothing is far and nothing is near, if one desires. The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing—desire." -- Willa Cather
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Post by Blues on Feb 5, 2003 10:19:10 GMT -5
uh uhu, sure.
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Post by Archagon on Feb 5, 2003 18:02:47 GMT -5
To decay from within...such a feeling has no counter.
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