This man held a rope in his arms and the waves were pushing him, like a rich snob pushes a homeless dog away. Even more intense did the pain in his eyes become visible to me. He was calling not for help...
I wonder whether the people from the 1910s understood that they would become history. And in that same order of thoughts I wonder whether we understand that we are making history with every little,stupid thing we do. And even more, do we understand the responsibility of that inevitability?!
...His life was holding on the end of that hope he had that I would make it all worth. And how was I to know he wanted so little of me and in the same time rested the weight of a whole world on my not so gentle shoulders...
Little do we know about the importance of our present. At one moment you sit on your window pane, wondering about the existential crap that bothers, with its idiocy, the bigger part of the human kind. And in a completely different moment, far far away from that one minute, you begin to ponder on those same questions. And it is like no time has passed at all. Everything in between was one big blurry spot of mundane instability embraced with the havoc called boredom.
All I want for you(and I mean it)is to understand one simple fact- TIME IS AN ILLUSION! And thoughts - they are permanent.
I lost a minute the other day and I will never get it back. But in exchange I got less time, filled with more! More inspiration; more determination; more sadness; but more of the sweetness pain brings as well!
...That one look, that sadness, madness and sanity his eyes radiated - he prayed to me not to be forgotten! Afterwards...I had no other choice other than to tell his story!...
I never forget lost time,even keep track of it. And as more times go by I wonder if in a parallel universe another me hasn't lost so much time and that made her different!?
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