You're all so young... so unaware. You fill your heads with helium laughter and desperate humor. Have you any idea that the rest of us are watching? Waiting? Waiting for you to see yourselves? You trip over yourselves chasing this finish line that none of you can see. Want to know why you can't see it? It's simply not there.
Once, I thought I could [would][should] join you in your aspirations for immunity- immortality. What makes you think perfection is so possible -- especially when, to real eyes, you are so imperfect?
You're all so blind to anything beyond... well, now. It's painful, really, seeing you all suffer from your own mishapen senses of reality. But you smile through it, like normal. You "walk it off". More often than that, however, you just forget about it. Drink it out, puff it out, complain it all out-- whatever. You just forget. We remember, though. We remember our pains, our faults, and our imperfections.
We won't, however, remember you.
Author notes
blahhh more rambles.
about immature high schoolers who think they know better.
well. they don't.
A contest entry
- prewrites short by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended December 10, 2008, 11 entries
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I will be honest, this, to me reads more like a diary entry.
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it's true, it is very prose-y. i understand if it's not exactly what you were looking for- but it's what I do :]
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awh i always love your rambles Wes
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