You don't live the lives we've lived without seeing the world a little differently.
Once upon a time, a 'possum, a raccoon, a deer, and a mouse stalked down a long road. It was dull like a penny and cracked like the desert, and it was dark like the burnt edge of skin. Though they lumbered side by side, they never said a word to one another. Exhaustion was the dirt that coated their faces and hunger was the split of their nails. The only thing they shared among them was company-- trust was a commodity rarer than the gun in his hand or the needle in her hat.
With company, though, came a stranger thing, a thing that grew over years like a stubborn vine from the cracks of old stone. Familiarity is human, and it's hard to ignore. For one reason or another, when people asked those questions of life ("Where are you going," the faces said. "What will you do? When will you do it? Who will you choose?" they pondered, again and again...) for a moment, just a small moment, the raccoon, the 'possum, the deer, the mouse, be they near each other or miles away... What they said was a simple thing for some, but for them it was strange. They began to answer with 'We' instead of 'I'. And maybe that didn't mean much in the end, but it happened all the same.
With company, though, came a stranger thing, a thing that grew over years like a stubborn vine from the cracks of old stone. Familiarity is human, and it's hard to ignore. For one reason or another, when people asked those questions of life ("Where are you going," the faces said. "What will you do? When will you do it? Who will you choose?" they pondered, again and again...) for a moment, just a small moment, the raccoon, the 'possum, the deer, the mouse, be they near each other or miles away... What they said was a simple thing for some, but for them it was strange. They began to answer with 'We' instead of 'I'. And maybe that didn't mean much in the end, but it happened all the same.