shtreang

se strange incetuc-incetuc, indiferent cine ai fi. ca esti cel mai optimist, cel mai bine dispus, cel mai auto-ironic sau sarcastic in ceea ce priveste realitatea inconjuratoare. ca nu te prinde acum, asta e partea a doua. in momentul n care zidurile pe care le cunosti atat de bine, te inconjoara, intimitatea lor iti va scuipa in fata tot ce n-a vrut mintea ta sa accepte ca fiind real. un deshert intreg de micro-contexte (care separat sunt precum firele de nisip) se aseaza, sufocandu-ti rationalul pe masura ce trec secundele. Incerci sa respiri, sa-ti creezi o punga de aer, sperand ca esti aproape de suprafata, fara sa stii ca de fapt kilometri intregi de comtexte si variabile nesortateĀ  te acopera. panica se transforma in teroare. intunericul te imbratiseaza cu eternitatea lui. inchizi ochii.

“am nevoie de o tigara.” things in your head take a back seat. fumul se ridica apasator. ceatza se disipa incet. contextele se descompun. respiri. inhalezi.

“M-am gandit sa te sun, sa vad ce mai faci…”

~ by Death Whisper on November 17, 2009.

One Response to “shtreang”

  1. “So afraid of rejection / Hide inside ourselves / Acting like strangers to avoid the pain // We collect our phobias / Our sicknesses / Feel so good only when we can complain” (Riverside – Schizophrenic Prayer) …

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