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Friday, November 25, 2011

Impasse

Locked.

In the moment between past and future - not present, but beyond it. Or even over it. But not anywhere else, either.

Bound.

By limitations. Of time. And circumstance. (And everything seems familiar again.) Ask not. Want not. Just stay.

Tired.

And unmoving. There are choices, yes, but nowhere to go. But this. This.

Stuck.

As life happened. Happens. Stuck. With a hot-wired brain working on overtime.

Wanting.

To deal. To crave but give in. To be silent and pray. To listen. To remain.

Confused.

But will remain. The same.
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2 comments:

Borealis said...

Hmm, there was a point where I found myself at an impasse before. It was a point where noone, or at least the two parties involved refused to move or budge, or give in. That yes indeed, it did not seem to be the present but something beyond it, on top of that line connecting the past and future. It's like deciding if there is indeed a bridge, a line that connects the two of you. Then it seemed as if there was no line to begin, or if there was one, it may have gone.

But we can still make one, I guess, if we're willing. If we want to. Build again. Do we?

November 28, 2011 at 5:24 AM
Lei said...

Build again. And then we'd face a 50-50 possibility of having that "bridge" broken or forgone again.

(But then, I should say, what is life without 50-50 chances?)

December 9, 2011 at 2:15 PM

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