tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829844449599440214.post9133097448516343433..comments2023-04-27T12:13:55.198+02:00Comments on into you like a train: and everytime [I touch you] you just tremble insideMOTHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03639479825387818652noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829844449599440214.post-18243531963375433092008-06-26T03:51:00.000+02:002008-06-26T03:51:00.000+02:00my most recent post kind of summarizes, obliquely,...my most recent post kind of summarizes, obliquely, my feelings on our perpetual efforts to escape ourselves, only to find ourselves running away from nothing but a shadow, while the real prison is our own body.<BR/><BR/>i don't mean that our souls need to escape, in the platonic sense, but almost that we need to die, somehow. but i have no idea how.<BR/><BR/>i almost feel like performing an exorcism, like the demons have grown out of a thousand mirrors, creating themselves in double images of myself. i see every flaw and every glowing talent in myself, and that is all i see, forever and ever and ever. <BR/><BR/>maybe we can find some solace in the fact that well, maybe we aren't alone inside, maybe there is a spirit inside. but this spirit is oh so elusive...Tala Azarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10316774492719684421noreply@blogger.com