Recently, I spoke to a friend. Interestingly enough, the more I spoke about the confusion, the more clarity I found. How can this be possible? Would history repeat itself again? How many times must history repeat itself before a conclusion is found? Or is this the conclusion?
I feel uneasy. Things should not happen in this way. Things cannot and must not happen in this way. I need to calm down and re-think.
The little looks, the little peeps, the little conversations, the little smiles, the little fluttering of the hearts...
The intense looks, the longing look, the reluctant look, the pleasant silences, the blaring records, the cold sandwiches...
Confusion...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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