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Monday Nov 27, 2006

Nov 27, 2006
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Dying Breeds.

Every day I crawl out from under my sheets, sometimes just the blanket, and into the dark of the early morning I walk to the mirror. Sometimes I don't even turn on the light, these days I just get scared because the face I see is not my own. I hope that when I get dressed, eat my breakfast and go out into the world that I truly feel alright again...but most days hope is all that I have. I watch children playing and it makes me feel young for a moment, as I remember my youth...but they always look at us like we're a burden on them, even at that tender age. And just as their eyes shun us, we know all too well that they will turn their backs and with the smug justification of youth, leave us to our deaths. We are the old, the aging...the dying...and even these days, it seems we truly are the dying breed, just not ready for the world ahead.
alix:
I've been thinking about what you wrote here and I agree that it is true. I do it, you've done it too; every kid looks at the elder as if they were useless. I've been trying to find the reason for it, or may be just 'a' reason. Well, I think we're all angry at the state society is in nowadays. We're all so disappointed by politics and stereotypes and taxes... that we fail to understand their purpose/to take responsibility for it (we're apart of it whether we like it or not). We've all been exposed to history and we know how it has come to this. So, that look is a look of disappointment, not disinterest (or disgust?).

Just a thought..
Nov 30, 2006
josephine:
wow....
i really ejoyed reading this. i have some of thoose feelings all the time and every day.

kissess boy kiss
Dec 20, 2006

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