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It is everywhere and try to find it again when you are nobody and nobody really gives a damn and how much does it matter to you when you are stale and through the wool the sheep sheltering under a canopy where your bed just fits and your head offers space and the clouds the sky your only companion and even they cancel the appointment at the last moment because you can wait.

You can wait until an ounce a kilo hangs over your head, a round dance on the tourist square is of course always appreciated because people like you, the eyes bulge over the beer glasses to marbles and they bounce in advance over the picturesque cobblestones, it is a kind of crying with the taps open and until they run aground the plaintive tapping of glass on stone sounds.

We must seek connection, and i seek and seek and feel more and more abandoned and disconnected i slip through your streets and wonder if i may be there, between all those connections and networks and maelstroms of states of being and non-being.

I wanted to wait until i was time, and then and then and then! would i wake up every morning in the sun, with loved ones and lovers and neighbourings and experience the kindness of the connected person, and if you wait a moment i will plug it in again, as you please and deem good, but woe to me if i spoil your alms and prefer to indulge in other ways of relief.

DateTime: 2024 jun 13, 13:05 CET
Auteur: Mulder

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