For Rainbows and Dungeons ( Jan 17,08 )
“Don’t forget to look down” I thought to myself. Suspended a hundred feet above the ground, walking on an industrial cable; looking down, I saw a myriad of faces and colors, all fading away.
Ever had claustrophobia in open space? All reason is against it. I guess that’s why I can so acutely perceive it.
Always there, like the coffee cup stain on my professor’s desk; always there – permanent; It was and is and shall be… Just like me, I realize… I was and am and shall be. There’s nothing that can be done to stop it. Just don’t get in the way… Excuse me 
A recondite scribe…
Sunshine, some rain, a little mist, a few rainbows, dungeons, love, laughter and the indomitable will to live every moment --> That's me and that's what my soul sez :)
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A Recondite Scribe…
March 8, 2007 — Archu?
Little things can mean so much… Little things can hurt so much… Little things can maime your soul… little things can make it whole…
The tangible abstractness of life has always appealed to me.. Certain moments frozen in eternity… Sordid… tainted… painful…obloquious…
It’s like being an eagle, chained to a mountain top… You see the wind skimming the earth below, watch the clouds sneer on by, feel the golden hue of the rising sun on your weather worn skin… Yet you can’t do the one thing that you were destined to do… to SOAR…
When nightmares steal the tranquility of my repose … I stumble out of bed and stare at the ceiling to wonder… what more mysteries lie in ambush?
All the lies about a brand new world waiting for me, when I wade knee deep in the sewer of human greed and apathy…All about spreading the love and flower power, when a gazillion ejaculations of malevolence and avarice ravish my innocence…
The undercurrent pulling me towards the void is too strong… I fight it, I rebel and I come up for air…”Eli,Eli…lama sabachthani?” All of a sudden, everything seems so clear, so pristine amid the dark smog… I’ve found it, my trail, my destiny, my cross, my end, my beginning
