Saturday, September 1, 2012

THOUGHTS: OPEN

My heart is open like the sky... yes, but sometimes I would like to enclose my heart and take everything beautiful and perishing and store it in the caves of my soul... as if this silly strategy would convey eternity to feelings and memories and beauty, and things and persons. I look at people from within, give up trying to come out of the numb hibernation of the hurt. And yet it is love who makes me stronger, love for friends back home, love for these strange humans here... Humans that I don't understand, humans that don't understand me. Is this world a gathering of juxtaposed solitudes?... Sometimes I feel the answer is yes... Right now I feel lonely and helpless in front of the cruelty of life and pain. Powerless in front of the randomness of disaster. Hope is there somewhere, striving to be heard, but only a cool breeze makes it to the surface. Tears come only to enhance the lack of exit from this intricate labyrinth that is pain.And I am not sad, but then I am sadder than the willow crying to the quiet lake... And I am not suffering, but then I suffer more than the sharp cry of the deer... And I am not singing, but then my heart sings the song of the swan...

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