"find something"
comes a voice from very quiet, dead night...
"why not, sure oh sir!" i reply
and i search... how to capitalize my small 'i'? this republic is a fantastic place. we are free to do anything which fancies our mind. more than that, only thing that matters to me is, i am free to do anything that fancies my mind. i want to capitalize my 'i'.
"wake up"
comes a voice from very quiet, dead night...
"ohh yeah, i am awake and conscious as the dazzling sky... can you see it breath? those stars twinkling with each breath of it? and its murmering something in my ear... i listen hard and embrace it closer, take my ears right into its shivering lips... i can hear, through my ear, listen oh dear, let me be asleep here... lullaby..."
my land is free. for everyone to explore. everyone to live. everyone to die. stop those voices... there is a difference between land and me.
"what is it?"
comes a voice from very quiet, dead night...
who is there to answer? i don't know... how could i? and why should i?
only because those questions come from some unknown source, they become more important than my questions?
hmm...
the night it very quiet. the night is dead. there is a chaos hidden in calmness. only i can listen. because i want to listen. and then i may chose to be dead. will the night listen to me then? hmm... naughty thoughts! ain't they? [:D]
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