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Name: Edward
Gender: Male
Interests: helping, helping, helping, helping, complaining about having to help, secretly wanting to help even more
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Occupation: Accounting/Finance
Industry: Business
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Member Since:
3/19/2003
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| 3AM on a saturday night. awake, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
no sound, no light, except for what filtered through the single-pain
windows on a cool summer night. no drink. just his thoughts flickering
through his mind like deafening white noise he cant decipher. who knows how it started
but already surrendered. sleep would be disrespect to this
nauseous energy
even-paced footsteps on the sidewalk outside, the sound of a similar storm.
stay awake
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| he wanted to yell. scream. he wanted to destroy everything. he wanted to grab the sky and tear it down...
so he put on his worn out running shoes. shoes he didn't even use for running until the last few years of their life, after a few years of uninspired walking. he figured they probably wanted to get out as much as he did.
double knot.
he stepped out into the crisp night air and started. past the crushing walls, the blinding lights, the suffocating smells, the deafening sounds. the city soon opened up to a small asphalt path and the lake, a dark and mysterious abyss. the light, cool lake breeze invigorated and blew any fatigue from his body into the dark ether. this unending path was made just for him. this night was his fate.
he ran swiftly far away, finally away. the path seemed to careen into the lake. into the black nothingness. he stopped before disappearing and looked back, in curiosity.
it was beautiful.
the structures and the lights. the art and order. the history and the life. and he wondered why it required coming to the edge of the abyss to realize. and he wondered why, as he looked about, there was no one with him to share any of it. and no one to cheer him, no one to say good job. out of the millions that made it up. he wanted to shout to the city but knew it would be lost to the gentle awe of the lights gliding down lakeshore drive. and he could just run into the black, and no one would even know.
he turned around and started back. but this time, the wind was against him.
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| seems like everything i want is something i can't control. and scares me the most
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| a cold, blustering evening had settled over the city. his dark, slender silhouette steadily glided forward, the sharpest cut long coat slicing through the wind and reality as it gently embraced him. he moved in a straight line directly ahead of him. not drunkily side-to-side. not cluelessly up and down. deliberately straight forward. with each staccato step from his wood-healed shoes, followed by an almost methodical grind of salt rocks strewn across the walkway beneath him.
click.
grind.
click.
grind.
click.
he kept his head and eyes forward as his black hair and loyal armor were swept back. "who were these people walking against me?" he thought, "and who are these people walking with me?" to his knowledge, no one was joining him on his press, and no one had reason to oppose him. "they are all walking around me, but they dont walk like me. we are not ending up at the same destination. they cannot go where i go."
grind.
his focused stare pierced on contact; he surpassed them with calculated precision. he felt no pride, however, and took a left turn to disappear from the world.
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