"Somtimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, this omnious dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isnt something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. The storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There is no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up in to the sky like pulverised bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine."
I don't know why but i am so intrigued by this.
I've been feeling so couped lately i'm hoping tomorrow morning will fly by with great results in return. I keep rereading texts even though i know its context. Recently i've been so anal about people asking the wrong questions and expecting the right answers. Sometimes I wish the right answers came to me easily so it'd spare me time and a lot of moments where i dwell in deep mind tumbling thoughts.
Got to get ready for dinner. Will update soon!
3 comments:
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just wondering whats the song title? thanks,
Haruki Murakami - i just adooooooooore him and his books. They're so F deep.
@anon its heartbreaker by msterkrft.
@Miisu, i haven't really read his books yet but i'm planning on looking for them in a local book stores. Was reading a couple of his short stories, love them!
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