ma179xbe@sdcc7.UUCP (Jim Hutchison{|stu) (03/27/85)
Spring is in the air and instead of beauty and light there is a dark foreboding brewing in the back of my mind. Something is not quite right. Things appear the same, but people are dying. 3 in such a small period of time, one can hardly imagine what has happened, to those few, that has hurt them now so much more then before. When suddenly life is such searing pain that to end it would be sweetest pleasure, what then? Do you die, or do you eat at the pain with a mind that has slowly become accustomed to those thoughts. The thoughts may or may not be true, are grades truly important? Will the world forgive you for being different, perhaps even daring to think in a different pattern. Surely this has wandered to quite some length, but one more thought is left unspilled on this note. If no one cares, you are free. If you let someone down, you realize that you took the responsibility to attempt. If you just can't do it anymore, well I'll see you when I get there. (where ever that is). Jim the Mortal.