Looking through droplets that magnify life. Chasing footsteps to find the ones I lost. Imagining life on the canvas of endless black...
Sunday, October 7, 2007
"How impersonal and cold are hotel rooms and corridors, how exaggerated are their lobbies, just the way sometimes the plain framed mirror reflects an image that’s impersonal, cold and exaggerated…"
At times my name seems to be my only possession, sometimes I feel its the only element I cannot relate to.Sometimes Life seems like a rented appartment, sometimes Time seems to be the only truth...most of the times I seek, I lose, I win, I brood, I love, I fool, I live in denial, I dream...I exist!
What my mirror reflects is difficult to comprehend.
I think...most often in disjointed patterns, and write unadulterated, deeply in love with words, its in them I find peace unmatched.
...About me is a lot of 'I'..finding her!
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