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I always have appreciated the manner in which time alludes quietly to our ignorance; seamless, apparent, you know _______________________________ except, off-course ,___________,out of question _________________________ why you or even I __________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________stepping into it with most elegance --like smoke disappearing in the wind._______________________________________________________________ but what would happen if _________________________________________________________
like that time when ___________________________________________________________
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,but _____________________ how often one can tell the mechanics by which events appear to follow each other. As I have said before _____________________
____________________________________________________small and not yet visible, unable to hold more than one or two thoughts at a time. Before the first sight of sunlight, around 3 am or 4 am, the difference between my physical being and other, more delicate __________________________ not to evident to begin with, becomes even fainter until ______________________________________________
_________________________thinking while I sit, or simply sitting, watching uneventful sceneries, which ___________________ neither different nor the same, in fact-- but rather resemble slightly discrete qualities of that ever-sought peace, or whatever you prefer to call it.
If you could tell someone the __________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________________"I've seen nothing, no-one" a baby's first sight, a young lover's first broken heart _______________________________________________________________________________
in such a state of improper qualification to complete any duty, finding himself not with the joy he used to have, not even completely alive but rather drifting, indadvertedly towards some unnoticeable destination while being_____________
______________________________________________________, maybe a back current from a previous life, but who _________________________________________________
_________ not today, not me.
In comparison to other stationary things ______________________________________
____________________________ or a pine tree in early March _____________________
nor completely dead. Instead, under the influence ____________________________
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________. As I mentioned earlier greenery makes me wonder __________________________________________________
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__________definitely there. Thinking about names _____________________________
_______________________________________________________a word when yours incomparable to anything. But then, where Josephine, Lucinda or Margaret can be proper names for different plants, the length of these names is of course up to the name-giver alone. Left or Right no matter which direction you secretly turned last, if somebody, walking _____________________________________ from these forgotten__________________________________be aware of_________________
______________________________ with two legs as opposed to other dangerously confusing __________________________________left better still. Exept for a couple of names impermeable to the diluting quality of time__________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________call it just once_________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________before you do it again. ______________________________________
ready to say "my head, my feet, my hands are not the same as my thoughts, my steps my doings" and you can't remember really which of these you feel more in control of, if any at all. Still, as the sun approaches ___________________
______________________________detaching itslef from myself _____________________
___________another version_________________________________________attempting to_____________________________________________________________________________
_____________________ perhaps another day. Perhaps not. No matter what __________________________________________________________without avoiding the uncontrolable chain of events _________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________matters which are indeed quite flat and insignificant to
any, anyone but yourself.