Monday, September 04, 2006

"moving sand"

Sometimes I feel as if my life was a “moving sand”...
... the more I try to move, the more I sink...
... the more I try to fight, the more I lose...
... the more I try to make things happen, the more they escape from me, like sand grains between fingers...
... the more I do nothing, the more things happen just the same way...

Maybe I haven’t conquered the right to dry land yet....

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