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Please be gentle, I'm still learning
PART 1
Once upon a time, I used to code the messages. I used to make them understandable by only a few minds. Now I still code them, I make them understandable ...by only one mind, mine. Is this wierd? Maybe. Pathetic, as Kurt would say.
Once upon a time I used to feel interfered by stupid forum talks before writing my stuff. Now my thoughts don't even arrive at that stage. They get blocked long before, i.e. in the car, in the middle of the fog, just when I open the door to drop out. They refuse to replay from that moment. There is nothing I can make to reinstate my secrets online. Not coded, and not plain. Now my love is not in you. Doesn't rely any more on curiosities, on dreams. It starts and stops in moments, out there, out of completeness. It never follows a situation till the end. And this doesn't mean I don't know to love. Come on...
PART 2
The matter is that we create labyrinths to test the incoming connections if they are able to reach us. This is our wall, our impossibility to go home, like E.T.. There are people out there, able to reach us, and we sabotage their performance by putting an expiration time. They have only one moment, one night, one drink, one phone call. The test wasn't passed? Good, we're happy with that. We feel alone, but special to ourselves. Could this be the fucking symptoms of the modern narcissism, which my professor sustained that much... once upon a time.
There are other people, friends of mine. They dot have labyrinths, they don't have walls. They can even break down others' walls. But still they don't feel the "touch", and end up being alone ...more alone than wall-keepers, surprisingly.
Ok now let's come to it. Please be gentle, I'm still learning. This is the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUuNR39lYok
Tonight I still played the wall-e game. Didn't want to break down any, just to create illusions about the other side of their wall. Playing with minds, including mine, fucking lifes, it's the only thing I know how to do. On the way back that song made me understand I was a student too. What can be so nice other than participating to the game and begging somebody tonight:
Please be gentle, I'm still learning. I did that, asked somebody to be gentle and leave me space to fuck...
Physically or lifely.
Welcome to my labyrinth. If you passed it, I am here... to change the system, so you couldn't go back.
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