I was sitting quietly in my dark world, little wooden box cramped with thoughts, dreams, and desires. No one came in and I never came out. Just poking one of my eyes from the holes on the wall from time to time, looking for some wisdom, but afraid to be struck by any light. Small and inconvenient, but curiosity was settled in my blood and worked as a gifted feature which always successfully dragged me to the edge of a cliff. That was why I trapped myself in the box, to runaway from unchangeable foolishness created by my little feet and make no more. Because I was vulnerable, but lethal.
Saturday, 30 April 2011
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