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[Ol' Fighter]

Lighting his cigarette, he told his tale. A long breath of words he could not further explain.
It was simple yet, complicated. Deep, but shallow. His life was open to others but closed to himself.

How can I tell this tale to someone who doesn't know me? How can I elaborate this....?

It was beyond reason. Far from him level of comprehension. He told himself it was just meant to be told. A book that was meant to be open.

Maybe if I said it right... worded it right... it would be understood. People would listen. Resonate.

He made another long drag and exhaled slowly. Thinking about all that he could say.

So many word and yet, so much time. Modern day philosophers would be astounded even shocked he dared say. Edited March 25, 2011 by Ol' Fighter