La Llorona

Drifting in and out of here or there

Friday, August 25, 2006

Water sweet. I can flow with it you know and pretend I am water and so escape for a bit from the plagueing self-awareness which wraps itself around my non-existance.
Water is that soft flowing and I can flow with it without the effort of mind which nessessitates constant self awareness. I can pretend to be dead. I can pretend to be alive. I can pretend to not be confused.
I could flow forever with the water. In fact I think I have felt some flow past who have dissipeared themselves that way. Un-responsive, un-aware.
But there is always that random thought, thet bug, that little trip of conciouness which catches me before I can elude it and slip into oblivian.


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