Sunday, February 08, 2004

We went clubbin' last night at Crush in Adams Morgan. There are times when you just no longer want to think and only want your body to go its own way. Who said that your body doesn't have its own will? Stress, frustration and a sense of hopelessness have found their ways into my life and built up such a strong...what shall we say...despair, looking to shout out. The man-made world turns out to be outrageously against men in all possible ways. Lack of trust, messed up relationships and perverted incentives. We look around the world around us and must seek refuge in the remote tranquility of mind. Yes we nest in peace of mind, hoping to create another world that we can feel comfortable in. All this does not necessarily release my stress though and thus I must look for other ways to cry, to shout, to let out the suffer. Let your body go its way and dance like we'll not live another day. I want to fly in the lofty sky like a small small bird. No, no attention on me plz. I just want to enjoy the moment of being away from the filthy world and have the true peaceful world around me, seeing only the blue sky and white clouds and the rolling greens that extend even beyond the horizon. And fly fly fly. The ultimate freedom. The freedom to escape from gravity, to defy earthly being and to have my entire body flow in the air, drifting drifting drifting...
Yes I would like to think its my own will that leads me to the other side of the ocean, but it might as well be my body that has only simple reactions. As long as we cannot escape the limitations of our physical body, we cannot enjoy a single moment of true freedom. Let me become a bird, fly to death. Oh.. the only thing I will miss is love. Just sit tight and let my imagination soar. Laurie, you may not konw all this, but I long for you, long for your attention. Let the world be its own way and I only want a moment with you that lasts until for ever. Our souls will not part even if we both become birds. The quiet blue sky and the rolling green and the oddly shaped clouds. We will fly to the end of our life.

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