The Green Mile

First Response- Too Late

Sometimes everything is just too late.

Don’t you love when everything just happens a moment too late, and it always seems to. Life always seems to happen a moment too late. We know our past but looking back it doesn’t seem like us, and all we remember are the little details, like a mouse. A mouse meaning everything, creating the whole story and giving it meaning even though it is just a mouse. But is that all we can say to anything, that it is just a mouse, or just something. Are our lives just something? Not mattering to you until you walk down the green mile, a long lonely hallway, not being able to turn around. Until it is too late for you to take it back. Until it is too late for you to fix it.