Monday, 6 December 2010

His figure is always following me! When I'm awake and when I'm alseep, it fills up my whole soul! Here, if I close my eyes, in my forehead, where the visual power reigns, are his black eyes. HERE!
SHit, I can't describe.....

If I close my eyes, they are in front of me, they are IN me. they fill the senses in my forehead.

WHAT is man, the glorified semi god? DOesn't he lack strength exactly when he most needs it? And, if he floats high up in joy, and then sinks in pain, isn't he anyway called back to reality, one that is cold and BORING, just when he would have desired to lose himself in the infinite?

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