In the waiting line
March 23rd, 2007 at 11:39pm
There`s this lack of intellectual motion when abstract feelings are strolling my soul. There`s this uprising illusion of beauty and perfection and it has a schedule. It comes in shifts. Perhaps I`m talking wishful thinking here, but I don`t seem to mind as I think I`ve found an absolute. Yes, “an”, not “the”. Actually, I`m not sure. No day passes without a serious evaluation of the situation, but the harder I try to convince myself I`m delusive, the greater the mystery gets and the trickier its paths are. Let`s face it, I`m a sucker for such thorny problems.
But the waiting… the waiting`s a killer. Laying back in my moodiness now, for perfection`s unreachable for a few days. Must survive, dead ends are everywhere.
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