Little thoughts.
Wednesday, 16. December 2009, 02:53:23
You lose.
You gain.
But,who the hell care if you fall.It's not them,it's all about you.
I'm leading a quite tender life lately and i myself am like a lake dweller.Undisturbed in mind.Peaceful.Full of bloody exams which drove me crazy all night long,being snowed up under with a bunch of unhappy affairs,love affair is full of shit that i find it hard to swallow.But afterall,i still feel a little bit peaceful deep down inside of me.It's not impossible as people think to step back from severely bad situations.
I lie still on the bed,faute de mieux,to have a favourite book in my hands.Still life with bed lamp.I read.I feel.I discover.I love."The North China Lover".Marguerite Duras.It's all enough for a quiet foggy night.What more can i talk about Duras,a French woman born in South East Asia and left for Vietnam-a former French colony when she was 17 years of age,then from a faded memories,she jotted down a story about love between a Chinese gentleman and a little 16 year-old French girl?She wrote and she loved what she wrote to the obsession. She herself used to wonder what was that mortal need that had taken her to live in a parallel world to the world of the others and her to exist less and less because everything, her essence, was given to the all-consuming writing. This story is obsessively heartbreakingly beautiful.
I have a passion for reading and writing and everything related to feeling and jotting down.I am secreltly keeping inside of me a dream,a long long dream,and maybe,it would lead to a path of nothing but i,hopefully still keep it on my own.
End here.A boring day.
A huge ps:Happy birthday Phicar:)



























