

sighI am nothing.sigh
Waiting for change to give me arms and legs and make me
Human.
It's a vague wait. A grey wait. A localised passing of the time.
I can't move myself without lifting, assistance, wheelbarrows.
So I stare into myself nice and
Quietly.
I wouldn't disturb the world if the world didn't disturb me;
Knocking on the door and offering me breakfast,
Taking away my negative space, making me
Open my eyes and think about things like
Sunlight and alarm clocks.
I wish


MasquedAll is not as it seemsMasqued
Perhaps its just the result of neurotic, angst-ridden instinct, but this week, Ive come to the conclusion that life is best lived as a lie. Or at least, behind a mask
Last Saturday evening, and Im standing outside a blue-lit church. A woman in a full white ball dress is walking towards me, and I can hear music coming from inside. All the people around me are wearing masks.
I stare in open mouthed admiration as the woman passes, and glance down at my own black dress. Damn. Outmanoeuvred. Looking around again, I see similar formal dresses, even more te


1234You caught me unawares, Working outside the loop... Out of the circus ring of1234
Happening things
That you step on and off like That one same step in a sunday morning gym- For self-betterment; For hollow satisfaction.
You caught me wordless and thoughtless, Loveless and angstless, Without reflections to make or Perspectives to take... Stole the ground from under my feet
But now I'm back to Reclaim my place, To enforce my faith,
To poet myself out of wasted Time.
So many changes, arrangements
Made, moved, broken...


Conscious thoughtShe draws patterns on paper- spirals and open flowers, re-drawing lines, reiterating her subconscious so many times on the same square inch that the table knows her sentiment off by heart.Conscious thought
All the time here and elsewhere- there are questions at work that have no answers, and she concludes vaguely that things may iprove with time but sometimes persistence makes no change, like dropping pebbles into a well in the hope that they will form a set of steps for you to climb down. She could wait forever.
Inside-out. Thoughts riding arrows that point in- tails cross-hatched, lines redrawn thicker to embrace the rules of the
Devious Comments
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unwrapped
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be quiet and drive.
textos, microrelatos, la muerte del flautista de hamelin, hansel y gretel devorando a las brujas... aquí... [link]
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" Art is a proof that there's something more than emptiness " - M. Proust
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Mostly Harmless.
~Together we can ~StopThePain ~
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bu da geçer ya HU!
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" Art is a proof that there's something more than emptiness " - M. Proust
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It's raining. Just look at the rain.
[link] << my writing
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"come one, come all, into 1984"
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where seems to be the officer, problem?
have a nice day!
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i found reason to keep living
oh and the reason, dear
is you.
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