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their air

let those trees scream in your face breathing their air isn't your place

Thursday, December 25, 2003

How do you feel empty?
do you feel as if you have no device in this world?
as if nothing does indeed matter and the luxury of existence isn't really a luxury, its only a desire?
Do you ever feel as the only reality, the only tangible beauty is love?
Everything else is plastic trees in a plastic garden by a plastic spring by a plastic field which grows plastic crops, along with its plastic people harvesting, all of these are wondering for reality, and think they have found it.
but all they have found is a separate luxury full of troubles and desires.
All choking on little wants and dos, all living in little coves of dew, wait till the morning comes nothing will seem as fresh...
when its dark outside when you can't see, it seems the best
I'm out of this world.
I try and enjoy the luxury of tradition and culture and i choke. its too much.


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