2 hours non-stop and more if I had captured time. It’s not mine to keep and perhaps stop it. Still I’m blank, but not as empty as some think. Can be philosophical, talk in rhymes, write using figures of speech which take weeks to be understood. But in the real world I’m just the other way around, the only rock that keeps filling the atmosphere is a too big receptivity towards some things, significant to me. Maybe you do understand, maybe not. Wow, writing each word I would like to whisper to your ears. I have absolutely no idea whether I shall or not. I miss everything and everyone. So many moments transform into memories and remain only warm clothes you sometimes put on. Oh, but when you do and realize the world has changed, you start missing, crying for maybe as long as I did, possibly more. My life is not as I wanted, it once was, but ~thinking~, started changing along with the wind. Will you make my mind go some months back in time? I’ll smile more. Promise!
Friday, 11 August 2006
19:21:39