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Somehow it got into my room.
I found it, and it was, naturally, trapped.
It was nothing more than a frightened animal.
Since than I raised it up.
I kept it for myself, kept it in my room,
kept it for its own good.
I named the animal, My Life.
I found food for it and fed it with my bare hands.
I let it into my bed, let it breathe in my sleep.
And the animal, in my love, my constant care,
grew up to be strong, and capable of many clever tricks.
One day, quite recently,
I was running my hand over the animal's side
and I came to understand
that it could very easily kill me.
I realized, further, that it would kill me.
This is why it exists, why I raised it.
Since then I have not known what to do.
I stopped feeding it,
only to find that its growth
has nothing to do with food.
I stopped cleaning it
and found that it cleans itself.
I stopped singing it to sleep
and found that it falls asleep faster without my song.
I don't know what to do.
I no longer make My Life do tricks.
I leave the animal alone
and, for now, it leaves me alone, too.
I have nothing to say, nothing to do.
Between My Life and me,
a silence is coming.
Together, we will not get through this.

2006-10-19 12:07:10 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

3 answers

I dont' quite understand it, but what I can pick up from it is that a person found a dog- maybe a small pupy- that grows up to be a big and scary dog- maybe bigger than the perosn herself. Like a great Dane or something. And she gets scared of it - even thought it might have been- say one of her best friends as she raised it. And she finds herself growing farther away from the animal, becuase she doesn't like it anymore. So she quits caring for it (a dog maybe???)
Okay thats all I could get from the story, whcih is pretty much just a summary I realize. Anyways, I hope it helps!!

2006-10-19 12:15:12 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

What's going on is that some ppl have an animal side to them that could eventually end up killing them.Or they really do have a wild animal that could kill them with a swipe of their paw.Either way this has nothing to do with what's going on in my life.

2006-10-19 21:06:32 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

I don't know but I find it depressing.

2006-10-19 19:13:27 · answer #3 · answered by retrodragonfly 7 · 0 0

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