There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
George
Santayana,
Soliloquies
in England, 1922, "War Shrines"
US
(Spanish-born) philosopher (1863 - 1952)
Some have never faced death others have sat on his lap, but me well… let's just say some will never ever, ever have that honor. George Santayana (whoever the hell he is) once said "there is no cure for birth or death, save to enjoy the interval" to bad he was waaaaaaaay off on three things. 1 there's birth control, (cure for birth) 2 its not like there's any way for a human to enjoy there life the way I can NOW… and last but not least 3rd there is one cure to death and that would be vampirism (which I am not) I guess it started with that boy, as many stories always do, but not like this.
He approached me as we climbed the stairs Nicole pulled herself onto the slide when he approached. He was odd not like the other kids no parent around no siblings, but that wasn't it maybe it was the black clothes or the deep soulful, most wonderful… sorry got off topic… ah… oh yeah the black clothes the deep green eyes and the odd brown hair it was longer than the other boys it was almost as long as Nicole's. He asked if he could play and at first I didn't really notice at first anything odd but later before we left as Nicole was finding her flip flops he approached me.
"You're different," he said.
"What do you mean?" it was an odd question, "are we not all different?" (And yes I did talk like that then lawl)
"yeah but there human…" the way he said it had given me creeps but you know I think that was what made me more in love with him.
"Well I will see you later." I said before heading back to the car and driving back to Nicole's house.
That evening I told my parents nothing of that boy for some reason something about him made me keep it a secret and now how thankful I did now.