A conventional picture, a conventional thought -- a long tunnel ending in the promise of light without, the belief of warmth, of visibility… and then there is the sudden crash. In the whirl that slowly sucks you in, the light that was so real suddenly becomes a distant star – taunting and unreachable.
A look around somehow always convinces that each person caught in that whirl will find a way out, will reach the arms of security while you wont.
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Just random thoughts that come to me as I sit idle at my desk, staring at my comp, waiting for work — these incidentally are the current things that identify the existence of the person ME!
