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first the colors, then the people, thats usually how i see things, or at least, how i try.*** here is a small fact ***
you are going to die.
***reaction to the aformentioned fact***
does this worry you?
i urge you--dont be afraid.
im nothing if not fair.
---OF COURSE!
an introduction.
where are my manners?
i could introduce myself properly, but that isnt very necessary. you will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. is suffices to say that in some point in time, i will be standing over you,as genially as possible. your soul will be in my arms. a color will be perched on my shoulder. i will carry you gently away. at that moment, you will be lying there. (i rarely find people standing up) you will be caked in your own body. there might be a discovery; a scream will dribble down the air.
the question is, what color will everything be at the moment i come for you? what will the sky be saying?
personally, i like a chocolate colored sky. dark, dark, dark chocolate. people say it suits me. i do, however, try to enjoy every color i see. i might say, it helps me relax.
***a small theory***
people observe the colors of day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it is quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. a single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. i make a point to notice them.
as i have been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. it keeps me sane. it helps me cope, considering the length of time ive been performing this job. the trouble is, who could ever replace me? who could step in while i take a vacation? the answer, of course, is nobody. which has prompted me to make a conscious, deliberate dicision-- to make distraction my vacation.
still, its possible that if you knew who i was, that you would be asking things such as "why does he need a vacation? what does he need a distraction from?".
which brings me to my next point.
its the leftover humans.
the survivors.
they are the ones i cant stand to look at, although on many occasions i do. i deliberately seek out colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, i witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. they have punctured hearts, they have beaten lungs.
some of you most likely think that white is not a color and that sort of nonsense. well, im here to tell you that it is. white is without question a color, and personally, i dont think you want to argue with me.
***a reassuring announcment***
please, be calm, despite that previous threat.
i am all bluster--
i am not violent.
i am not malicious.
i am a result.
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