Pain
And so, I met her again. The only woman I ever loved. Meeting is rather an exaggeration. I saw her. And she saw me. Right at the time she was talking to the guy that took my place. She fled. And so, I avoided her, the only woman I ever loved. Pain more so than anger.
posted by Yptucide at
5:21 PM
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She met him again.The only man she never loved.
All time stopped again.
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Anonymous, at 4:44 PM
Ah, the sweet anonimity of the web. Where two lines can make us sound like Ghandi. The more we talk, the more we are vulnerable to get caught in ourselves. That's why: keep it short, say two lines and remain anonymous. Like the riddler, the shaman, that holy vision that suddenly appears and speaks a magic formula. And all are supposed to be in awe. Oh, we are weak.
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Yptucide, at 8:26 AM
How is this transience expressed?
In the word,in the expression or in the interior of the pupil,,,
Time never stops.
Under the blue sky,under the night sky.She looks up and shouts.
Can you hear it?
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Anonymous, at 6:29 PM
Well, well, well. The anonymous riddler returns...Apparently vagueness equals mistery. However, typographic charateristics can be a great hint.
俺のことを一切愛してなかったなら叫ぶ必要はなくない？俺のことを一切愛してなかったなら俺には聞こえるわけがなくない？
The answer is that I do not want to hear it.
The answer is that the transience isn't expressed at all, it just is. That is the hardest thing about transience: it is not something that is expressed, by anything, it is something that expresses itself. It is almighty. It is time's child, born within the man-made construct of past-present-future, and now we have to bear its eternal presence.
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Yptucide, at 8:52 PM
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