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Cycles

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Running in cycles,
escaping from cycles,
being strangled from cycles,
worrying for them to come to an end when you are not ready
worrying for them not to come to an end when you long for it.


Cycles of thoughts,
of love, of romance,
of destruction, of pity, of compassion.

Cycles that comes back to haunt us,
cycles that never start.
Life that makes choices on our behalf,
life that closes circles no matter whether or not we are ready
life that makes it impossible for us to stare at the infinite

life that traps us in the cycle, with only one window to look outside,
a partial view, destroying us with a distractive need and desire for more than just that.


Breaking cycles,
destroying images
trying to be ready to remember everything you want to
even when nothing is there to help you
trying to forget things that were not supposed to happen
when all you want is to curl up somewhere and just be loved
without cycles.
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Location: Ohrid, Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia

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rivercat said…
i like these ideas and the pic isgreat and id like to know who made it. cycles. i am in the wash cycle now. the funny part of life is the meetinf of adam and eve i still believe in. i see it as a glorious thing as before i was more frightened.
i keep getting glimpses of how it will feel...either that or im going crazy. i dont think it matters eithwer way because this seems to be something beyond language based understanding. a mixture of animal and some hihger than ususl spiritual awareness that is not power based.
great post xo
16 July 2011 at 23:53
AnnaFullStop said…
exactly, It is something beyond language, beyond understanding.
That is maybe why some cycles are necessary and some other will always be only just painful. Maybe it is meant to be only spiritual awareness with animal tendencies, maybe this is how we know that the cycles are still meant for us and just us.
17 July 2011 at 15:16
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