A lot of sorrow brings the night on earth. Misterious fogs shuffle on lakes. I open my eyes to the fresh breeze , the wood hushes and pulls the moon up- round, white and golden, I run around and the wide moon is driving me crazy again!
All people sleep the night on earth, while I'm staring for so long at my beloved and white moon. I follow the moonbeams, worried and lonely, an almost smiling wolf. The moon dances around and gets mad, moon rivers are surrounding me, I run around shouting, because the wide moon is driving me crazy again! The wide moon is burning me!

rehearsal

Thoughts about life got heavier. It becomes an everyday exercise trying to pull up weights using the usual "things go in a certain way because they must!". Most of the times you find yourself in repeating this phrase several times only because you have to get used to have it in your perspectives of life (or of how life must appear). An exersice-yes! All this doesn't mean you have to agree with it. That is an obvious fact, infact. But life would get may be easier if you do....however....The truth is, when you use the former exercise, you're not going however to understand why things are going as they are. You wont. I'm not even sure if you really have to...May be you'd like to know it, and I would understand if you do, it is the same thing I would do either. It's normal. Many days I've spent blowing my head with why. I still do. Sometimes. But then I realise, and go on and on and on (almost as a punishment to myself) to repeat endlessly: things go in a certain way because they must.They must. They must. They must! And then I feel better. Apparently. I must.

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perhaps i am weary

some of the days that go by should have exclamation marks after them! yesterday had photorealistic houses but painted flames coming from the roofs! I saw it. From upon the hill.

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