Wednesday, September 30, 2009

true solitude

I could start talking to a tree pretty soon. That is one of many ways to rehearse for a lifetime of solitude I could see, rolled out on a red carpet. I mean, you frown upon the weird guy on the street doing his weird thing. You didn't think it could happen to you, did you?

What it is in a connection? Sometimes strongly forged but at times turns into a house of cards at some point in time; fuzzy at best. The agenda served, money frittered, energy expended. When all else fails we even find it hard to have lunch alone. Arr, all the sentimental creatures on planet earth.

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