Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Chartsheet - 'social failure'

Bad health. Randomness. Out of life. Failure in mating. Discontinuity
in social affairs. Gloomy nights & frustrated breaths. Total failure of balance. Death.

The fear of the blood-ladies has its stories around these simple predictions or deductions. They can't be blamed for such a reaction. A stubborn ass has nothing else to initiate.

I need time. I feel the need to be free - the way I walk, and the way I'll die. I'll grow, and I may regret. But, in the end, it's the Light which I must seek. A breath under a cave, otherwise, is not very different from the one dancing together with a beloved.