Wednesday, December 7, 2011


I am stuck in a corner of an elevator that is not going up, neither down.

I am a petroleum well, that needs refinement before being useful.

I am on a road that is heading directly to Nowhere Land.

I can't say I am any different than what I already am.

There is just morning and evening and night.
There are people hitting strings that produce sounds.
There is someone who is constantly speaking in my head (it's been a while, hello again).

But there is nothing after all, and that alone is a good thing.

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