dead in my hands

dead in my hands
Current mood: sad
Category: Life

Yesterday I found a mouse in my friend's house; it ate the poison that would end its life.

Today I found it still alive, fighting that sweet poison that would eventually end its own life. I comforted it till the bitter end; seeing something dead, is something I've seen before. A cold feeling as if I don't care comes over me seeing something dead. It's dead, I can't do anything, and I am saddened by this. But by seeing a live creature die in my own hands, not by my own hands, is something totally different. I was in fact saddened by this. As I write this drunk as I may be, I cry a deep and passionate sorrow for this poor creature. It didn't need to die needlessly. As troublesome as most pest may be, I know how troublesome pest truly can be. If the can cause no harm to you then they shouldn't die needlessly. In the day and a half that I took care of it I never grew fond of it, it's the fact that I took care of it, and it die a horrible painful death in my own hands, seeing how painful it is to die. Make's me feel almost glad to know that I feel this level of sorrow, to know that I  can love something so deep, so truly and remain that way, just to know after twenty-two years on this earth that something so insignificant can hit me so hard still , tells me that I can make it. The fact is I am a man but I can feel, truly showing my emotions, and I am stronger for that; I am that one step closer to reaching humanity.