One moment you're a young kid dreaming of other better worlds. Ya know ones where you aren't being yelled at beaten robbed or humiliated.
The next,....fitzzz.
You're a breath from 70, and the world is just as it always was. That, and you have a whole body of scars to prove it. Yes there were laughs even moments of joy. Moments.
And now you Die.
The End.
...actually if I could I'd sue.
2 comments:
I know the feeling.
Our problem, or at least a big part of it, is that we grew up in the midst of an empire at its height, and certain promises were made to us that are now being scurrilously betrayed as that same empire goes down. There is no cure for this. We're just caught at a very unpleasant part of one of the normal but brutal cycles of history, and it sucks - & not in a nice way.
Z
yeah.
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