Thursday, 3 March 2011


I am not very good at this thing, this thing called putting things into perspective. I simply cannot shake my head of the fears---the silhouettes of sounds other people make---the things that worm their way into my unconscious, that push and stretch the idea of reality. But there is truth in them, somewhere---a little dash of possibility that things could happen like that. I hope an infinite amount of hope---of counteraction, of willing them not to be---will work. I hope that there is karma in the world---that good deeds and good people are rewarded, allowed to thrive.

I am crossing my fingers.

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