I've always been facintated by stories of people who have suddenly vanished off the face of the earth. Maybe not the face of the earth, but gone from the peripheral eyes. That boy that was peddling his bike down cheery hill, on a beautiful Autumn day in 1976 Poof. Gone. VANISHEd....never seen again. We pray it's a X file episode, not Special Victims Unit. Maybe a UFO grabbed little Bobby, and now he knows ten different languages Maybe a time vortex, shot into the future, now an old age pensioner playing checkers. I guess we all vanish in some shape or form, the people, places, hopes and dreams All just waiting, to be found.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Vanishings
I've always been facintated by stories of people who have suddenly vanished off the face of the earth. Maybe not the face of the earth, but gone from the peripheral eyes. That boy that was peddling his bike down cheery hill, on a beautiful Autumn day in 1976 Poof. Gone. VANISHEd....never seen again. We pray it's a X file episode, not Special Victims Unit. Maybe a UFO grabbed little Bobby, and now he knows ten different languages Maybe a time vortex, shot into the future, now an old age pensioner playing checkers. I guess we all vanish in some shape or form, the people, places, hopes and dreams All just waiting, to be found.
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Interesting. Would be cool just to know sometimes wouldn't it? And you're right there are various ways of 'vanishing'. Keep writing!
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