The Happy Man Dies Crying.The happy man dies crying, for he has not before felt such pain, anguish and love.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------I sit here and I wonder where exactly I will be in 5 years time. The future is a complex and twisted route, with so many directions and choices that can be made - but how much control will I have over these choices? I believe in the fabled, distant and bizarre thing we mostly like to call destiny; which leads me to believe that it doesnt matter what choices I make, because it is set out for us already, like a snaking route that ventures through the murky marshes of our soul
Are there angels in heaven?The city was alive tonight: A tramp sat on a park bench, reminiscing on past events of his once fruitful life; A business man strolled down the road, a big, fat greedy grin planted firmly on his face; A local florist stared out of the window and across the road, her eyes settling on the large, corporate flower shop that had just opened opposite; A man sat in his hotel room, the phone in his hand and thoughts of love and sadness sitting restlessly in his mind; A butchers apprentice gulped as he watched his master massacre the hopeless corpse of a piglet, A smug grin across his chubby face; In the park an old man sat facing an empty chessboard,
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