I know. I know that I shall never again meet anything or anybody who will inspire me with passion. You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it. I know I'll never jump again...
....
But I probably will.
Is that resilience? Or plain stupidity?
Time whizzes by and I, I write of glimpses I steal
2 comments:
well written dude.. it wasnt comical...but i laughed nevertheless....!!!!
i think its stupidity of 'MAN'kind.. hahah :P
neither.
It is the plain truth of existence.
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