Thursday, July 30, 2009

Yes?

You're different. She isn't like you. You're a bloody selfish voyeur and she, she collects pebbles. At the beach. Her salvation lies somewhere around that mark by end of the road. And she knows. What about you? Does your singularity give space to that thought? A notion of your deliverance, your mukti?

1 comment:

Unknown said...

God! It feels like you are speaking to me!