sirens
Date: Jun 12th, 2008 1:41:42 am - Subscribe
we hurried on from one thing to another, each of us, lost in our given day. there were protocols. not too friendly. not too mean. a world of busy, unoffensive wall-flowers, building, or carrying, or selling one thing or another. outsiders would come and go. we would see them. but we didn't really see them. they would pause and say odd things while they rode the elevators with us. we would smile, and say something not too nice, not too mean, unoffensive. And then we would hurry away to the next thing. days would pass without much notice. lives would pass without much notice. i didn't notice any of it. then one day, while walking toward the entrance. one odd day, while almost to work, i stopped. the day still happened. i still hurried from one thing to the next. but for a moment, out on the same sidewalk i scurry along most of the day, i stopped. i heard something. i felt strange as the people all kept hurrying past me. for a moment, i heard the sirens and woke up. and i knew i could stop again.
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