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Jonas Walker's Suicide
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Jonas Walker's Suicide |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever 
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Once upon a whisper in time,on a pebble in space, in the sea of how it happened and under the sky of how it could have happened, on a rainy November afternoon, A young boy named Jonas took his own life with his friend's shotgun by blowing his brains all over the wall. As I sail in the sea of what we could be, I find we are messengers of memory, and scluptors of universes--movers of mountains.. i fear.. ... the tides of this oblivion shore may catch you by surprise.. ..will you come and dance with me? Will you learn how we can fly? ..Last year, the November sky cried tears as young Jonas Walker lamented.. ..He decided that he was sick of his life, and he decided that he would end it.. ..So he broke into a freinds house, a friend who owned a gun.. ..And stuck that gun right in his mouth and pulled that trigger some.. ..Upon the wall were stains, stains from his scattered brains.. ..But all Jonas saw was a quick flash of light, and back in his friend's house he was again.. ..The November sky still dealt it's melody of cold November rain.. ..Jonas touched himself.. he touched his face.. and wondered why he was here to stay.. ..All told, he found a profound truth of life that calm and rainy day.. ..He crept downstairs and by the chair, behold! Eleven million bucks! ..In unmarked hundred-dollar bills, young Jonas was happy as a duck. .."My Lord! That wasn't there before!" he said as he stuffed the money in a bag and ran happily out the door.. ..That day, young Jonas Walker began the greatest adventure of his life.. Once upon a whisper in time,on a pebble in space, in the sea of how it happened and under the sky of how it could have happened, there exists this place where we gallantly live our human lives. As I sail in the sea of what we could be, I find we are messengers of memory, and scluptors of universes--movers of mountains.. i fear.. ... the tides of this oblivion shore may catch you by surprise.. ..will you come and dance with me? Will you learn how we can fly? Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. ~..Throughout life, people come and go. Some p [This message has been edited by EagleScorpion (07-03-2003 04:08 PM).] |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Well I like your ending better than reality. There are too many that live in the "we should, could, would" and for them I wish too, that they could fly. I hope I got your message, and as an avid dreamer of dreams, and seeker of new heights, I enjoyed this. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Joseph, even though parts of this were very sad, parts were very beautiful, too.....This is one of those parts... As I sail in the sea of what we could be, I find we are messengers of memory, and scluptors of universes--movers of mountains.. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sad stuff...love the ending |
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