"I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end...It amazed me that you felt that each time you write a story you gave away one of your dreams and you felt the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love."
Jun 1, 2009
Crowd
silence sweeps into the night
scarred, it runs away
the strangers take over again
the crowd of light
dims the darkness
the human shadow stands alone
without the sky
slithering sights
swirling vastness
broken glass, twisted wrappers
howling crowds screeching past
colours so ordinary, clog the mind
empty souls collide
.
Slivering misfits
Meagre and brittle
Patience and war
Chants and speakers
Of paragons worth a dime
useless endeavours
of crime and of rights
patience and moods
freeing shackles of voids, misery
look into the voice of patience
the mist gathers dust
the whole street empty
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"howling crowds screeching past
colours so ordinary, clog the mind
empty souls collide"
Beautiful!
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