sometimes at night the darkness and silence weighs on me. peace frightens me. perhaps i fear it most of all. i feel it's only a facade, hiding the face of hell. i think of what's in store for my dren tomorrow. "the world will be wonderful", they say. but from whose viewpoint? we need to live in a state of suspended animation, like a work of art. in a state of enchantment... detached.
the divine comedy, "the certainty of chance"
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wie hält man sich über wasser, wenn keines da ist ?
lieben gruß
von der selma
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