December 02, 2004

Limbus Verticalis

He hung himself with a rope made out of poor wishes and small cravings. It was only when he jumped that he realized, he would never die this way. He would live falling, losing and being tortured in a chain-reaction of hopes and wishes giving up, time after time and turn after turn.
But the life is so full of this small, tedious things that the rope tied around his neck can stretch forever.

Posted by Shervin at December 2, 2004 01:42 PM
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