One thing bothers me for a quite a time now. It's like a bug that gnaws the inner circuits of my existence. It wants to prowl its wings to measure up its worth only to be caught by the cobwebs of doubt rooted in the bones of darkness.
Sometimes, life puts you in a helpless situation. Then you start to sense your fallibility, your mortality; your nothingness. And you realize that the power within you has a corporeal life of its own; it doesn't have to exist as you do. Sometimes, it's long been dead, buriend inside a frame which utility has been reduced to waiting for its annihilation.
But just as when you see that all scheme of things is a starless night, a tiny streak of light flicker from an infinite distance.
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