Wednesday, March 17, 2010

not this one





not this one
my love—

possibly the next,
if we stop

at all, given
the parallels

we are
on.


Posted by Noxalio at 12:11 AM
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6 comments:

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

fantastic, this words has moved me

March 17, 2010 at 3:47 AM
forgetmenow said...

haunting! i keep coming back to read this again!

utterly poignant, this is the supreme ache of separation and desire, counterpoint of free will and timespace, choice and predetermination, linear captivity

so many ways to interpret ... so many times i wish i could jump trains, span distance in the blink of a supernova ..

some say that for every choice we make "here", in a parallel life the choices we didn't make play out anyway ...

the image is perfect - you created it?

March 18, 2010 at 2:33 AM
Noxalio said...

thank you Laura ...

it's good
to see you

today!

March 18, 2010 at 6:24 AM
Noxalio said...

Shell, i suspect
you think
as i do ...

truth be told,
the image is not mine ...
just a stock shot
but it caught my eye.

i'm quite certain
that
there exist
an infinite
number
of parallel universes
in which all possible
combinations
of events
have
and do
play out ...

and that
we travel
event by event
across
all
or some of them
by the choices
we make,
concious
or otherwise ...

what do you think?

btw ...
it is wonderful
to hear from you!

March 18, 2010 at 6:35 AM
forgetmenow said...

eversoyes .. your suspicions about how i think are wholly correct ...

and y'know, someone with a similar inner paradigm took that shot and it found its way to you .. there are no coincidences ...

it's good to talk directly at last, eh? i'm a bit of a hermit but have been reading you for ages now! lol

March 18, 2010 at 10:25 AM
Noxalio said...

it's
about time,
no?

*smiles*

(you
should
write
more

often)

March 18, 2010 at 10:52 AM

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