luni, 19 iulie 2010

There once was a boy II, Ghiță Bordea

So the boy in the bowl the one behind walls he who felt lonely in the confines of himself, went to the very center of his space, he stood face to face with the now empty place where he first found himself someplace, where first he was anywhere. He looked at that dark lonely space that was in no way special or unlike any other space or slice or area of his jail, he then thought I am here and I am also there, but the me that is there can by being made help himself be free of this jail.

The boy did not see a change or a flash he did not tire he did feel any less but there in front of him now stood a thing of light and of translucent fibers that went out and around a small glowing star, it was a strange sight, it was quite weird for how could that be him when he did not look like anything at all?

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