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18:46
The world moves in many directions. And as it spins around, sunning all the important bits before turning over again, we can sit happy in the knowledge that we're the centre. We're there.
But some refuse to sit happy... or are knocked off their chairs, clamber to their hands and their knees, blinded by what they see under the chair on which they sat, the twisted bubblegum and graffiti, scratches and dents where they thought were none.
And so they set off, on the biggest walk alone of their life, under the chairs and floorboards, watching everyone else overhead laugh and giggle under false pretence and a roof to keep the rain off.
But there are thousands... MILLIONS, all walking towards the same place... for we never know, we never know it. And that's why they do it, that's why so many drop away, taking their own lives and slashing their wrists... they're alone. They think they're alone.
But they aren't. Just because you haven't got there yet doesn't mean you've failed.
But eventually, we do get there, we really do. People arrive from all directions, but end up at the same place as one beautiful golden sun that beams out at the rest of the world, radiates under the floorboards.
And some may look along their roads again, and see the people walking around parallel to the streets and the dark alleys that they once dared to step. And they reach out, we all reach out, and we take their hands and guide them.
Because one day, we're going to shine so bright, we're going to burn away those floorboards. We're going to watch as the chairs fall from beneath them... but we won't laugh, we won't ignore them... we'll catch them as they fall. We're the lucky ones. We've walked the roads, we've learned the ways. It's the ones we have to catch, that are the real ones we should worry about.
The world moves in many directions. And as it spins around, sunning all the important bits before turning over again, we can sit happy in the knowledge that we're the centre. We're there.
But some refuse to sit happy... or are knocked off their chairs, clamber to their hands and their knees, blinded by what they see under the chair on which they sat, the twisted bubblegum and graffiti, scratches and dents where they thought were none.
And so they set off, on the biggest walk alone of their life, under the chairs and floorboards, watching everyone else overhead laugh and giggle under false pretence and a roof to keep the rain off.
But there are thousands... MILLIONS, all walking towards the same place... for we never know, we never know it. And that's why they do it, that's why so many drop away, taking their own lives and slashing their wrists... they're alone. They think they're alone.
But they aren't. Just because you haven't got there yet doesn't mean you've failed.
But eventually, we do get there, we really do. People arrive from all directions, but end up at the same place as one beautiful golden sun that beams out at the rest of the world, radiates under the floorboards.
And some may look along their roads again, and see the people walking around parallel to the streets and the dark alleys that they once dared to step. And they reach out, we all reach out, and we take their hands and guide them.
Because one day, we're going to shine so bright, we're going to burn away those floorboards. We're going to watch as the chairs fall from beneath them... but we won't laugh, we won't ignore them... we'll catch them as they fall. We're the lucky ones. We've walked the roads, we've learned the ways. It's the ones we have to catch, that are the real ones we should worry about.
A leopard, that's something quick.
(Well at least you know I read it!)
(Well at least you know I read it!)
Why this has been ignored for the last two days I really don't know. Must be a good 'Xbox sux' topic I am missing somewhere.
Another top piece of writing. I 'think' I see where you are trying to go with it too.
Excellent.
Another top piece of writing. I 'think' I see where you are trying to go with it too.
Excellent.
18:46
The world moves in many directions. And as it spins around, sunning all the important bits before turning over again, we can sit happy in the knowledge that we're the centre. We're there.
But some refuse to sit happy... or are knocked off their chairs, clamber to their hands and their knees, blinded by what they see under the chair on which they sat, the twisted bubblegum and graffiti, scratches and dents where they thought were none.
And so they set off, on the biggest walk alone of their life, under the chairs and floorboards, watching everyone else overhead laugh and giggle under false pretence and a roof to keep the rain off.
But there are thousands... MILLIONS, all walking towards the same place... for we never know, we never know it. And that's why they do it, that's why so many drop away, taking their own lives and slashing their wrists... they're alone. They think they're alone.
But they aren't. Just because you haven't got there yet doesn't mean you've failed.
But eventually, we do get there, we really do. People arrive from all directions, but end up at the same place as one beautiful golden sun that beams out at the rest of the world, radiates under the floorboards.
And some may look along their roads again, and see the people walking around parallel to the streets and the dark alleys that they once dared to step. And they reach out, we all reach out, and we take their hands and guide them.
Because one day, we're going to shine so bright, we're going to burn away those floorboards. We're going to watch as the chairs fall from beneath them... but we won't laugh, we won't ignore them... we'll catch them as they fall. We're the lucky ones. We've walked the roads, we've learned the ways. It's the ones we have to catch, that are the real ones we should worry about.
The world moves in many directions. And as it spins around, sunning all the important bits before turning over again, we can sit happy in the knowledge that we're the centre. We're there.
But some refuse to sit happy... or are knocked off their chairs, clamber to their hands and their knees, blinded by what they see under the chair on which they sat, the twisted bubblegum and graffiti, scratches and dents where they thought were none.
And so they set off, on the biggest walk alone of their life, under the chairs and floorboards, watching everyone else overhead laugh and giggle under false pretence and a roof to keep the rain off.
But there are thousands... MILLIONS, all walking towards the same place... for we never know, we never know it. And that's why they do it, that's why so many drop away, taking their own lives and slashing their wrists... they're alone. They think they're alone.
But they aren't. Just because you haven't got there yet doesn't mean you've failed.
But eventually, we do get there, we really do. People arrive from all directions, but end up at the same place as one beautiful golden sun that beams out at the rest of the world, radiates under the floorboards.
And some may look along their roads again, and see the people walking around parallel to the streets and the dark alleys that they once dared to step. And they reach out, we all reach out, and we take their hands and guide them.
Because one day, we're going to shine so bright, we're going to burn away those floorboards. We're going to watch as the chairs fall from beneath them... but we won't laugh, we won't ignore them... we'll catch them as they fall. We're the lucky ones. We've walked the roads, we've learned the ways. It's the ones we have to catch, that are the real ones we should worry about.