FRIEND
Not
a friend but we were more like conversation companions with him; we were alone
in that little country town, there was not so much people to talk. To be friends much more needed, you
know. We seem to fulfill each others
requirements. We were no lover, we were womenless. If we were living in the big city, we would
never share the long winter in the number of drinks together, drinking; We
spent more time with sorrow while trying to laugh. If we were living in the big city, we spent
more time with sorrow the numbers of
long winters, which we never share, with drinks together, sadly; while trying to laugh.What could be more
natural than if we wiped each other quickly? Then both of us appoint went to
other places. Then we both get married and divorced in other cities.
I
felt so sad when I hear he is dead. As
much as I do not hope…
I
now remember the distressing provincial evenings that I have burdened with as
much as I would like to remember in life, with a strange longing for heart.
We've got a weird story.
ENDURE
It’s
nothing to endure life. You endure in a way, what happens!
Really
scary one endure to the life after death. Endure to the unknown. If there is no
life after death, no matter! Because that's what I want. But if it does, then it means we are also present.
I think this is real unbearable. Think, we will be again. We! Even though we can not endure ourselves,
again we! Then, again it will be others. I mean, the others that you know. Show me someone who
can endure others! Then again will be
the events, stories and be asked to speak, narrate, write them. Your volatile
spirits will be the weight of the your words or not? It’s not cause of the
exist, but it’s tired of enduring so many years, return and endure again and again! When I thing these, I feel some bad
things inside me! I want to believe nothingness, presence of nothingness. For
me, it’s the heaven. Then nothing happens. No story.
