tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28490962.post2528864527407426732..comments2023-09-30T09:13:44.611-07:00Comments on zero: the cynic speaksHestiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14467070168293773173noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28490962.post-82177254724586322072009-04-20T06:08:00.000-07:002009-04-20T06:08:00.000-07:00i like this post...i felt that way and still do......i like this post...i felt that way and still do...just that i dont have the skill to put them down beautifully like u did..!Aashikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14787726853888712850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28490962.post-51748081391231822262009-04-11T19:56:00.000-07:002009-04-11T19:56:00.000-07:00This actually didnt sound cynical to me. Not even ...This actually didnt sound cynical to me. Not even realistic. Another plane of thinking, I think. At a point, it comes to losing will to do anything whatsoever; and then sometimes, you even lose the will to find why you're losing the will. But because here, you do speak, and you wonder, you express... it shouldn't be bad. For now, everything is futile. <BR/>We can only wait... for time will tick.. No matter what..<BR/><BR/>Some of the most beautiful and original lines here, buddy. Very poetic voice..<BR/>"When I type my words....."<BR/>"Poetry refuses to be by me"<BR/>".... A freeze on stage where I alone can walk"<BR/><BR/>(sry... that was almost a blogpost :-|)Zlaekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04732057937615529467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28490962.post-84766726042179658162009-04-10T10:17:00.000-07:002009-04-10T10:17:00.000-07:00your words are what you let them be you and your r...your words are what you let them be you and your reality is your impulse towards "now". nothing lasts for ever not even the cold november rain.. we are beings of evolution and that is what we are meant to be.. if u've lost an old dream its only because your mind has understood its Obsolescence ... do not mourn it but embrace it... it is not the strongest or the smartest that survive the longest it is the ones most susceptible to change. only mourn the day when u cannot surprise yourself anymore :)the mad hatterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14056954313752271379noreply@blogger.com