A death and a life. Not a new life. An old life. A worn out life. A life redeemed by blood and made anew. A life given purpose. A purpose to replace apathy. Apathy worn like a comfortable old coat. How did I reach this place? Where did the apathy come from? How was this life recovered? It begins with a death.
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May 25th, 2006 at 8:25 am
That was beautifully writen. I was compelled to read it twice.
Val
May 25th, 2006 at 9:13 am
Thanks. I felt like this one really flowed out of me and onto the screen. I had to do a bit of editing because I first started with “It begins with a death and a life”, but that didn’t work with how I wanted to end it.
-Matt