Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Of old age

The end is near. Most of the others do not want you with them any more. You are slow, ugly, different. Sleepy? Maybe it's contagious?! You decide to leave.  You would have done it anyway, without the other pushing you. You go where you came from. You wake up.
And life is back to it's normal. Until the next time...

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