There I was - waiting. I was waiting for something to happen. I was claiming that whenever it happened, I wouldn't need anything else. Now it's here and I haven't stopped needing - quite on the contrary. I keep needing; more than before. The feeling is that the needs have increased in the same proportion to the loss of the self.
My personal drive has gone awry, though, from time to time, it shows its tip on the surface. And that's precisely when an avalanche hits my head, and I feel the urge to change the whole thing again - the revolving side of revolution.
And now what?
There's a blank space, longing to be filled. I write it down, and erase it right away. I write it back again, erase again. And now what? I know the answer, but I don't want to give it.
And now what?
I was flat out wrong. Actually, I knew, each time I said that, I knew. I knew it was untrue. Still, I kept repeating it and well, somebody out there heard, and, most of all, believed me. Then, I was given what I asked for. And the only thing I keep asking myself, now, is: "And now what?"
Decanatos mudam
11 months ago
4 comments:
Boring...
Welcome to adulthood!
It's really easy to call someone or something "boring", but anonymously?!? Come on, get a life!!! Such a childish and coward thing.
Brave you Lenina who writes about yourself and is not afraid of putting your name and face on display getting the consequences of your actions. Coz at the end of the day that's another of the things that make us grown ups.
I guess I got what happened... I'm waiting for you. I already told you, Passargada is not there is here and is not the same without you. Miss you, loads!
hahaha!
i know it's boring. It wasn't meant to be fun, anyway. It's been a while since I last wrote here, so I just thought of writing about whatever was in my mind. and basically, this is it...
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