Connections
Peopleā¦
A person can only define themselves in so many ways. A lot of who we are is down to copied traits or reversed traits from those we meet in life dependant on the connection we have with them.
"Ah, here he is!" boomed Mathews, "The man with all the big ideas!"
He is a tall man, but I still tower above him. His ink black hair spikes like tiny bayonets waiting to decimate any enemy. A sharp glint in his hawk like eyes tells me he knows something he is not willing to tell. What is it with this man that terrifies me so?
Still I hold my posture as I saunter down the dull grey corridor towards his office. Some poor soul hurries out of the door with her head bowed as he holds it open for her. I cannot be sure but it appears she is crying, which makes me wish I could offer her comfort. I am painfully reminded by my conscience that I could never do such a thing, whilst he sniggers in the corner of my mind.
"You're on your last legs in this line of work Mortus, no more second chances. Kapish?" I nod my head solemnly, "Now get back to work!"
The streets can be mean sometimes. But most of the time they are just indifferent. People live their lives without a care for the life of the person whom they sit next to on the bus. Why would they?
This world is changing as it has so many times before. We lose the sense of community and head for wars between countries. Men fight men when they have never met and under other circumstances of meeting they could end as friends or even lovers. Young girls pine over men twice their age one million to one.
I have lived many lives and will live many more to come. I am just a man but I have definition. I have direction. I have dedication. I am the Dead Star.
