HUM

It was supposed to be easy. No hassle or too much planning. It is straight forward. You do this, you get that. You finish this, start that. On and on you go with no real suffering or expecting the unexpected. Most things go on. You grow up, others die, you love, you get married, you have kids, work sustain it all. On and on you go. A movie that is known and comprehended with no real hassle or need a brainer to grasp it all.

When you suddenly realise it is hard. Harder than ever. Choices that are endless. Decisions that are all harder than ever. Wisdom and quotes that are hard to stick to. It is not that easy and it is not that straight. It is very hard and it is indeed crooked. Collapse and fall. Rise and boom but at the end you will reach the same. Suffering and muffling. Wondering and wandering. A stranger in the big town. Stranger in the small hug. Vocal in your own yawning. This is all what you will get. Nothing.

You live with who you dont love, and love who you dont live with. Have kids with at the wrong time; have time with the wrong kids. And you wonder.

Fear crawls into you and on you. Your little innocence is scrapped away. Replaced with anger and dirt. Elegance with gluttney. And you wonder. What is it for me?

And I answer: Nothing is for you. You better leave it. Now. If you choose, then you never loved it.

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Anonymous said…
WOW... What a way of writing.
9/26/2008 10:23:00 pm
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