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it's that time of the year again...

... where Les Fleurs du Mal makes its appearance on my nightstand.
(that's a lie. I'm reading Campbell's "The Hero with a Thousand Faces"
and every word I read makes me feel less alone.)
but the point is
I think I need to say first
I do not seek death
I am not suicidal, I don't think
(I like to imagine just how exactly I should cut the vein
to draw the most amount of blood in the shortest span of time
but that's intellectual exercise)
but the point is
should a double-decker bus kill me tomorrow
considering the scheme of things
well
I don't think I'd mind so much
I'm not afraid of dying
anytime will do, I suppose.

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mazaher
Nov. 12th, 2012 11:23 pm (UTC)
That's why
every minute is leisure
to watch what happens,
curious, peaceful
because
there is no hurry
no real uncertainty
the world turned for a long time
before each one of us was born
and will turn for such a long time
after.
Meanwhile
every thing is bright
and can be written down in words.
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