March 2011
5 posts
The anxiety we carry with us, all our broken dreams, the inexplicable cruelty, the fear of death, the painful insight into our earthly condition have worn out our hope of a divine salvation.
The cries of our faith and doubtagainst the darkness and the silence are terrible proof of our loneliness and fear.
Don’t you think I understand? The hopeless dream of being. Not seeming, but being. In every waking moment aware, alert. The tug of war… what you are with others and who you really are. A feeling of vertigo and a constant hunger to be finally exposed. To be seen through, cut down… even obliterated. Every tone of voice a lie. Every gesture false. Every smile a grimace. ...
