Circle

by Alina Shalukhina December. 29, 2018 347 views
... a special place for getting lost

... a special place for getting lost

Life is a circle. Really? I could never imagine myself saying these words. They are pretentious and pretty empty. Although understanding the dictum enough, I would have rather avoided this somehow, saying, for instance, that life is eternal return. Two points of every beginning and every end – two distinctly different points – conspiratorially coincide. And you sense that you are not at this point anymore: you are not at the beginning and not at the end. The chain of events has closed and left you within the bounds of its enclosure. You are in the darkness of this loop's internal space, and there is no way out.

Hands reach for the light.

Hands reach for the light.

You miss, you forget, you stop and start, you run in circles and, frankly speaking, you have a hunch that some invisible noose is around and is gradually tightening. Or it is just a night which you feel so close because the edge of the night is right where the last sparkle of light die out...

Wings can be soaking wet, whatever they say...

Wings can be soaking wet, whatever they say...

Someone is trapped. And an interesting thing comes to light (almost to that uncertain light from afar): they like the situation, don't they?.. It's even cozy within the limits. Just look: you have flickering shadows for dreaming and distant light as a justification of the existence. The light promises you some sound sense of everything that is around. But there are only night and sparkles there. Night cannot be enough...

[waiting for something]

[waiting for something]

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Antonio Gil 9 months, 3 weeks ago

Food for thoughts

9 months, 3 weeks ago Edited
Alina Shalukhina Replied to Antonio Gil 9 months, 3 weeks ago

... like everything around.

9 months, 3 weeks ago Edited
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