FROM THE PRIVATE BLOG OF JACK BRITTEL
ENTRY- December 17, 2010
Occasionally, I believe that a person in a cloak is watching over me. I am almost sure that the cloak is similar to the one of my dreams from so many years go. This makes me wonder. What if the dream is true? What if my mom never died, walks among us in secret, watching over her children? Perhaps it’s a young boy’s wish, perhaps its not. Of course, I understand that these kinds of secrets can never be shared. What would the world ever think, if they knew? And so, I keep this to myself.
Many times when I jog in the morning I reflect on what was, and what could be if in fact the flashpoint really does exist. At the same time, I understand this is not a world that accepts different. It is a world that was built and survives on conforming. No mater how stupid it is, you must conform. Because at the end of the day all we have are our rules. Our precious little rules really seem to be quite the rage.
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