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"drifter"
a child was born who was a boy from the waist up and a bed from the waist down. he was a drifter, a dreamer. the sort of child that is happiest thinkin, painting, listening, watching. it was impossible for him to keep his focus on one thing.
his mother worried. she said "boy u have to find one thing in life that interests you. you can't keep drifting like this. it's not healthy. you'll never be able to support yourself"
he lived on the edge of things. the edge of town. the edge of income. went from job to job. person to person. nothing seemed permanent with him and his mothers words followed him "you have to find one thing you like"
but he liked everything. a little. for a while.
one by one his peers settled into life, jobs, marriages. to do the same thing forever. and told him what his mother told him "settle down boy, find something"
so he tried it. each time he started something new, enthusiastic, he would say to himself "this is it, this is that thing" but soon he realised it again was not. and he left it. he thought he was at fault and he was wrong. drugs didn't help. drink didn't help. he started to realise he would drift forever. lost
then the war came. the bombs fell. the governments fell apart. the walls came down
and when the smoke cleared and the dust settled and people gathered, they found nothing was as it was before. no stores. no jobs. nothing worked the same. there was now a new order being born. a new disorder. like a kaleidoscope. made out of thousands of pieces of different coloured glass. there was no "one thing" anymore. no "one thing" worked. just little pieces of everything. little bits of everyone
all of a sudden, all of the boys peers were looking at him. they saw what the boy hadn't himself seen yet. that the world had become the way he had always wanted it to be. little pieces. little bits of everything scattered around. and they came to him. one by one. they told him they were scared. and lost. he would comfort them all. giving them the best advice he could give. it didn't usually work. but he gave it anyway.
talk to me...
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