Meetup in the history section
Inspired by my day trip to Borders.
You would imagine them in this section of Borders, separately. An old man that has been withered by years of life. The other a young man by relative standards, still in his twenty somethings. Dressed in standard youth uniform; baggy pants and a wife-beater. One is here to read up on the military and all things evil. The other to remember a time lost, one of heros, and bettering the world. For one moment the two men collide. In this section, they have found a common interest, though interest for different purpose still it’s common. They look at each other. One thinks, ‘greasy haired, dirty, kid, if I were your dad things would be different.’ The other, ‘maybe if I had someone in my life like him my life would be different.’ Then they would walk away, never knowing just how close they really were.
You would imagine them in this section of Borders, separately. An old man that has been withered by years of life. The other a young man by relative standards, still in his twenty somethings. Dressed in standard youth uniform; baggy pants and a wife-beater. One is here to read up on the military and all things evil. The other to remember a time lost, one of heros, and bettering the world. For one moment the two men collide. In this section, they have found a common interest, though interest for different purpose still it’s common. They look at each other. One thinks, ‘greasy haired, dirty, kid, if I were your dad things would be different.’ The other, ‘maybe if I had someone in my life like him my life would be different.’ Then they would walk away, never knowing just how close they really were.