Monday, March 19, 2007
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Every day can be legendary, every minute - an endless surprise.
It is however, regrettably, no surprise that some things have come to such. Talk about the very creation of a glass wall. There's been too many, in various aspects of my present life. I need to break the glass.. Shattered glass, cuts. Someone's going to get hurt, and it's not always you.
Like a little boy plastering himself on the glass wall at the US Military Air Base, awaiting to catch a glimpse of his Daddy's return, with such eager, intent eyes.
His big sister scooped him into her arms, teary-eyed, and struggled to whisper something in his ear. Her voice, couldn't seize to quiver, sobs were too evident.
It was incomprehensible. The thought never did cross his mind before, and suddenly it was hard to piece his sister's words together into something he could envision, something he could understand. Like jigsaw pieces that don't fit, he cried out of frustration, rather than certain sadness. Daddy's not coming home anymore? Then, where is he? In Heaven watching over me? Bullshit, my father is dead. Bullshit, don't call him a Hero, you don't even know his name.
War is cruel, and it'll remain that way. Violence for peace? You think bloodshed is a joke? You think broken hearts mend the World?
Totally linkless, I'm sorry for the random post.
tried to hunch; 11:41 PM
