I’ve never stayed still, I’ve always been moving, that’s all I’ve ever been doing. Always waiting either to get somewhere or to come back. Or to escape
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Because when all is said and done the setting doesn’t matter: the space, the walls, the light. It makes no difference whether I’m under a clear blue sky or caught in the rain or swimming in the transparent sea in summer.
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You loved that darkness in particular, and that seat reserved for you and only you, in which you eagerly absorbed the woes of other characters
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maybe the gaps between those tree stumps I always hoped would diminish, and perhaps even close up completely, represented that space between the two of you
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You always occupied your own space. You preferred dwelling in your own realm, closed off. How can I link myself to another person when I’m still struggling, even after your death, to eliminate the distance between you and my mother
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When you change houses you always lose something. Every move betrays you, it always cheats you somehow. I’m still looking for certain things.
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And so I heed my call, having come to know the guts and soul of this place a little too well. It’s just that today, feeling slothful, I’m prey to those embedded fears that don’t dissipate
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I might have said no, I might have just stayed put. But something’s telling me to push past the barrier of my life,
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its aspect from one moment to the next, it can’t be defined