A few moments to spend on me while traffic continually hurries by. Now that I’m on my way, resistance builds up inside. I want to forget many things that somehow keep persisting in my life.<\/p>\n
Out here in the wild thoughts change. Even in the open public space one feels the secret corridor between those who are engaged in everyday life and those on the sideline. Even though this line is imaginary.<\/p>\n
Here my body is not simply an instrument of unawareness, here it has become an instrument of great reminders lingering in the back of the mind.<\/p>\n
This annual check up does not close a period of turmoil. It keeps the door open to the past and since there are too little things in the future to connect with; this door is merely a ghost line of the past than the first radiance of a new dawn. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"