echoes

possibilities

It is a restless moment

She has kept her head lowered,to give him a chance to come closer.

But he could not, for lack of courage

She turns and walks away.That era has passed

Nothing that belonged to it exists any more

He remembers those vanished years

As though looking through a dusty window pane

the past is something he could see, but not touch

And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct..

-i have a liturgy question
-i hope i know how to answer
what’s between the old testament and the new one
it's so radical
old and new
-in between? i guess some thinking
-maybe a "pose for smoking"
-lots and lots of smoking
it was just a waiting period. till someone sane comes
-and what are we still waiting for
-till we stop becoming insane
-to enter the no time and space cage...
the so called hot death
the so cold cup of black wine
glass is more poetic
-we tend to describe what is mysterious to us as black or dark.... why so?
-black is not dark
this is human classification due to psychological subjective reflexion
black is what it's in everyone's head
when you close your eyes you see black
black is the next level
-black is your vision
-the only time you truly look at yourself is when you close your eyes
you see black
-we're waiting for answers, we might never get they're there. we're just ... human!
-waiting is the slowest way to die
-exactly
-patience is safe. waiting is shame
-humans are intelligent they invent vocabulary that replace the ignorance they live in, they search for words to explain the result of their ignorance…sometimes I feel ashamed to be part of this race…I just want to quit this playground
-sometimes it helps to determine things
if you dont want to hear "answers", then why ask questions....
-a question can always be a conclusion
-a question is just another bad day
-you have to look at body language
-yes because words betray
-all the time
-all the time
-every letter is another stone in the big wall of opacity
-another atom
-you know i look sometimes at society
and the city life
the movement
it's like we are atoms moving in a system...
and the system is eternal but the atoms reproduce
just to keep the bigger system alive
-"we create a system, yield to it and then spend our lives crying on someone else's shoulder wanting to get out of it"
-we are all the atoms...so individuals have nothing in hand
-nature does

i can't sleep