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nothing.. seems to be something. and so many things seem to be nothing at all. what tangible form could nothing have in order to be so present among us? of course, who says its all that present in the first place?
poli has nothing to write. hes been so cold and so empty for so long. so many so's..
maybe cold isnt the right word. no, it isnt. but what else can be said? so many questions in a handful of sentences.
after 2 dark years in a virtual realm where life becomes sendentary and stale, poli is begining to move.. to squirm.. bit by bit he is waking, walking, waking. the only thing more terrifying than the nightmare one believes to be living is what you might wake up to. and when. poli is at a turning point, turning to what is the question to which i have been illuding to. work is new, the rejection for this 2 year old security blanket is also a something that is spawned from all this nothing.
numbers.. many numbers cross poli's mind, 42.. 64.. 78.. and the number 2. 2 is a lonely number, as so often it means 1 alone; and when its divided it leaves nothing. friendship can be so painful. this is also a new theme spawned from the nothing. it lingers ever so softly upon the subtle fabric of life. friendship can spawn so many doubts. the weak reject it, and the strong suffer the rejection.
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Post je objavljen 08.10.2007. u 12:25 sati.