Sunday, April 01, 2012


It's so hard to accept oneself that a whole, 150 years long life wouldn't be enough. Sometimes I wish I were only a conscience or a soul (call it the way you want) without a body shape, floating in the air in a complete freedom. I often feel like I'm leaving myself, I'm leaving Elise after having been locked up for months in an identity that forced me to live a life that doesn't suit me, because all I want is just to produce mental concepts and connect to other minds and observe the universe for ever or until  it ends. And then I remember it would be painful too. In the end the only thing that can really bring you peace is death - because you know, even sleep can be inhabited by the most terrific feelings and thoughts.


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