I wrote this after watching Requiem for Romance last night;
A Wake for Pained Souls
“On your marks.â€
“Get set.â€
“Go. “
As the race begins, one thing is certain;
Knowing the end game and manifestation of the finish line is a false truth and a true lie.
Now, I call it a race because it’s a notion of the truth we suckle, are spoon-fed, served, taught, and it is what we ultimately live by.
So the race begins and we shoot off at an exhilarating pace, eager to reach the next milestone, each runner just another face to his competitors, just another body to the her numerous opposing contenders.
So, of course, at the young eager pace we’re running at, and the massive numbers we’re running in, it’s next to impossible for the periphery of my vision to register the first few fallen unknown brothers and sisters;
Some fall to the sheer shock birthed by the knowledge of the horrors the race has in store for them, death and pain in varying degrees, each punctuated by life and happiness in varying degrees; some of these entities being quite literal, and some not quite so; on top of not knowing whether the former or the latter will be the end of you.
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