The Life of Po

The First and Last Chapter

WARNING-
This short story is the result of being stuck in the car for a LONG period of time with absolutely NOTHING to do. It makes no sense at all and is not meant to be taken seriously AT ALL .. But anyways, read at your own risk....
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I was ready to sleep... forever and ever.

I laid down in the dusty dirt, ready to close my eyes... Forever and ever.

I saw my tombstone, ready to enclose myself from the world... forever and ever

I heard the whispers of the dead souls, drawing me to them, pulling me closer to the fine line between black and white, left and right, life and death. Once I crossed, there would be no going back from that sacred place. I would be stuck there, forever and ever.

I saw my family and friends, waterfalls of shiny clear crystally mystic tears falling down their faces... forever and ever.

I saw my hands, red, or burgundy, to be more precise, staining my hands from the weight I carried, forever and ever.

My victim, 'asleep' in my veiny arms, green and blue and red and gray and black veins to be precise. My sorrows leading me to ever after high school where my friends were. If I ever had friends, which I never will in the underworld... forever and ever.

I will become a lonely dark soul, wallowing in my sorrows until I eventually fade away, forever and ever.

By the way, my name is Po.

Po I thought, why not Poe or Noe or even Zoe? Po. Po. Po. I kept thinking about it, my sorrows started because of Po. Ping Po to be precise... forever and ever.

My father named me Ping Po, after the holy sacred sport of Ping Pong. My mother had wanted to name me La Cross, after the holy game of FootBall, but my whole family was highly offended by the idea.

I was a loner my whole short life. My mother only wanted me so she could use me as a pillow when her own pillow was not there. It was a sad, sad, hard life.

I then got depressed because I got dark circles. No matter how much I ate, I just wasn't a good enough pillow. All my sisters and brothers were better than me. How could they? I was the best pillow EVER!! How could they betray me like this! Those betrayers! Who read Harry Potter all day long. While they thought I was the unfaithful young Po. No! No! No! Why? Why? Why? You! You! You! Forever and ever!

And now, as I am leaving this world full of life and wonder and possibility, one unanswered stays in my mind, bugging me to all ends.

What is the meaning of life?

I mean, my life was meaningless. The one thing I aspired to be my whole life, that I spent tireless hours and hours trying to achieve, my ONLY goal in life, I couldn't achieve. I wanted to be the best pillow my family of pillows had ever seen. Instead, I got called something much worse, a shameful word I never wanted to hear ever again.

A termite.

A termite out of all things! My parents used to say, I'd rather eat you than our normal meals! Because they were anteaters! I thought I was the light of their lives, but I guess not. I was just unfaithful little Po the termite whose parents the anteaters wanted to eat. I wasn't loved by anyone, even my girlfriend, Ellie the Elliephant.

And if I had any last words, they would be "I'm sorry." I'm sorry for not being a good enough pillow. I'm sorry for not being a good enough termite. I'm sorry for just not being good enough. I'm --

"PO! WAKE UP AND STOP DREAMING ABOUT YOUR MEANINGLESS USELESS LIFE!!"

This is the sad, sad, meaningless Life of Po... the termite.
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Again, this is the result of pure randomness and two REALLY bored people;))