• Balances

    TURQUOISE
  • The Easter holiday is over. UB heard the warm sound of his father's shaver in the house again. Alas, all he hears now are the echoes. His mother turned his father down for the second time. Again he finds himself on the lower scale of the balance. All it does is flipping from Good to Bad.

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  • Turquoise - May 1981
    Balances
    Musing over dreams so clear, coherent, so near. Longing for the beautiful days, but they're past, they're past. I wonder why I'm so boring, few years ago everything was alright. Bad times weren't as bad as now, now I only see balances, balances. Nothing ever changed after all, the balance never restored. Me the great philosopher and here I am again.