Imagine being a human in an alien crew in space and leaving with bright blue or pink hair and the color fades and everybody on board wonders WHY you are losing your colors??? Is it the lack of greens? Are you sad? Angry? They just don’t know??
“And you called me a crazy fool,” Kevin said. “You’ll lose tonight if you play like this.”
“Maybe,” Jeremy agreed, unconcerned. “Maybe not. Should be fun either way, right? I don’t remember the last time I was this psyched for a game. Look at this.” He held his hands out to them and laughed. “Bring it, Foxes, and we’ll bring it too.”
You gotta start somewhere, point A to point B and all the way to point Z. Start from the first page, then the next and the next till you write a whole book. Start from the bottom and work your way up to the top. No one tells you for how long though, how long you have to be at the bottom till you rise up. Time is infinite, and it gets you down when someone else beats you to the top, it gets you down when someone begins at the top while you’re still all the way down there on the ground, while they were placed on the summit of the mountain. Time gets you down, people wear you down, you start to lose your color, your spirit, your mind… “For how long?” I keep asking myself, when am I going to start living? When is it going to be my turn? When will life scream “YES” to me. I am tired of waiting for my chance so I am creating my own, will life accept this or will it crush it down? Will it crush me down? I keep wondering, but no answer comes…