Rabu, 25 November 2009

searching


Where I had to find myself?
at the end of a light? clarity on the edge of the ocean's heart? or at the end of the long wait?

Where I have to find a way in the simplicity of thinking?
in the event curves? through the evening breeze? or in the rain droplets?

The more I looked, the more I did not find. and the more I am far from where I come from, I am increasingly difficult to return. the rest, I like the traveler who never found a way back and the road in front of him. The day, I was getting lost in the state, in the grove the issue, in the jungle of doubt, in the wilderness of exile, in the quiet hills, uninhabited house, the sun of darkness, in a murky mist.

forever. I can not go back. pick up the dream and reality the same for me now

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