Eloping into the Fire

Sunday, January 21, 2007

I'll be without you baby, and someday I'll remember why...

So I was reading the news the other day, and I uncovered a story of a boy who trampled himself. Ran himself over by a car in a crash.
He flew out, doing about 90. His brain was visible, his eyes popped out of his head. He saw himself die.

He died on the ground, that night. All because he didn't repost a chain letter.

On the otherside, sometimes you are the needle and sometimes you are the junkie.

But you could also be the family member who discovers the brother on the floor. Mouth open, eyes shuttered.

Or maybe you are the EMT, the one that tries to revive the deceased, the saint, the savior.

But you are probably just the bystander. Shocked into paralysis. The one that would help if he or she knew how. Most likely.