Sunday, 19 December 2010

His presence, his destiny, his interest for mine, have squeezed the last few tears I had in my dry brain.
To go beyond....that's all there is. And why all this hesitation and this waiting? Why don't we know what things look like beyond there? And why can't we come back? Why is it implanted in us to imagine trouble and darkness there where there is something we do not know?

1 comment:

  1. Oh I don't think it is.

    I tend to see pink when I don't know a situation and rather blankly at Pete when I can't remember someones name or whether they like sugar in their arsenic.