Every day, every day, an entry that I write myself a reminder on the wall. Why at all? Because it was a silly year maybe? Because I had long enough away misled about deeper needs? Because people have wasted time? Because then catch up? Attribute, the gap the longer the unwritten is? Conscience sake? The disappointment for the sake of the future? Against despair? The funeral?
today run with new brakes on the bike. And the faster. When Ben steps several times flying behind me. Sun pile up while driving the little bad conscience - here hit a traffic light, as only just wide at the meat of the flaneur, then fried almost over the fence and high voltage, like in the tracks flown - so that I think in the end; I would have gone better. It is not from the effort, it's cold sweat. Anxiety to themselves or others to tear into death. Why not! Homo sapiens excels in what he is not born. This is our way. Drink because born sober; lawn because born slow ones, because of the randomness accounts, letters, because animal. Those who rediscover Original, as the slowness, or abstain from all sorts of silly things like children, if there is no question of the superman are to question a lot.
birth of timelessness is then covered over. In time, everything dies with time. Everything is laid, is struck down, tends to surface smoothness, transparency. Sand on the beach - the waves grind it to its source. Everything is Universe is no longer there to polish.
other day I'm your partner. Especially in the morning. One of my sleep on, remain in me are when I get up, falls in my legs when I go into it, then they are very hard, for hours. Sack of potatoes at the foot, hands, abdomen, the jaw and on the eyelids. Potato sack, or a tight rope to the center of the earth. With the busyness of the day stretches and loosens it from all the pulling and jumping and cycling. At night, lying asleep in the umbilical cord is rescheduled, pulled tight and hung all over again at a poker at the center of the earth. Otherwise it would go like this with us -
If they are driven to extremes, pacifists tell you: I do not really violent, but ... - Then they just beat it to time. When the energy is true at some point, there is nothing higher or more profound, which prevents us crush the barricades we cosmically inevitable and believed.
In any turn that thought I find myself again. The signs had heaped itself. At least: a series of random changes I had for the events since Tuesday is a very personal set collected: My current obsession with the Brandenburg Concertos, the disappointed expectations of the new dwelling must first be pleasantly alienated the many well-known furniture and objects from my past, now me further brought on their journey, the circular rain outside the door, just only at the door to the office, and the cycling, the obscure pages of the city opened up to me by this.
So I also called myself an entrepreneur, I defined in the list of passions, some new, happen just so as to make it! And if the case includes other faith, you find yourself alone at times believing the door. Then they say that time and bitterness are common larger. Then they say, is the belief it was never even that big. And the cognitive dissonance takes its course until you are happy, busy again.
