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Good-byeWhat would you say if somebody said good-bye forever?
Could you look them in the eye for one last time
Knowing in the darkness you'll fall apart?
In the silence and the letters the hearts' paradox revealed,
This is the end
I say good-bye for the last time.
-Stripes-Why are my eyes so quick to devour your face?
-- that shirt that hangs loosely from your limbs
and my heart skips a beat
even before my existence moves on.
"The New Kid"My life -- a series of seemingly boring occurrence strung together into a never-ending sea of monotony. My feet, falling on the path set before me, carved by the masses. Each day, the same as the one before. I stumble down the congested hall, bright lights blinding; one more face in a sea of nothingness. Im a hamster on a wheel, ever running but getting nowhere, or so it seemed.
The day was nothing special and began as most days do: longing to go back to bed, but I trudged on and set the wheel into motion. Half the day came and went in a blur of meaningless commotion, as the lessons of conformity were shoved down my throat. Somehow I, by some miracle, I suppose, found myself just outside the realm of my domain my solace and the doors begged me to enter. I stepped over the threshold and found my seat in the back, as the bright colors and smells of creativity caressed my senses. But what was that? Something across the room caught my eye. A face. Oh, what a face it was
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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