bob once said
April 7, 2010
Don’t deny the form of existence, it would only be the resistance, from what urges, it’s not controllable, it’s almost a consequence of having memories and a conscience.
If you must have to control, you might as well have the power to fabricate a memorie, in which the almost significance of a prolonged experience is the grand outcome of wisdom, and all the scratches and pain are vanished by it.
Never assume that insomnia only drives you from the reality, don’t assume that only you feel trapped by the idea of unfulfilled feelings, that what never could work, is the only thing that should, that can drive you a part from any reality.
Once I was so high on the illusion that the end was there, and the grand outcome of wisdom was there, and everything was set, life could go on, that was already only part of my stage, until a stranger become part of that, that had already ended and shouldn’t interfere, it had a life of its own, but no, that meant else, much else, that felt like the sand was finally been swapped by the wind and slipping through my fingers.
Found great comfort on the misery of others, but now I am shaking, can’t even type, I’m hiding behind these foreign words, my far most desire, is to be in some other reality, one that never become complicated, one that feel like a sunny afternoon, forever.
