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Define realityThat same wall was in front of her.The same face was shaped on it.Eyes closed,standing there like waiting for ages,the face scared her so much.She never knew why,but the more she approached it the more she felt life leave her body.And still she could not help herself to come closer.She wasn't thinking about anything;her mind seemed a deserted place.But all thoughts took over her as soon as she touched the wall and woke up sweating.
She always stood in bed,shivering in the morning breeze,that gently passed the open window.She was waiting for the torrent of thoughts to end.She never could hear them or understand any of her thoughts.There were
freedom in lonelinessIf only we were free to fly our way
How well would it be for the others,
With no wings,that keep us down;
Would we forget them or carry them high
Just to drops them when we're tired
Like they pull us down when we go to high
And we grab the clouds to save ourselves,
To escape their bounds and if we do
What happens to our lost souls,
Wandering the empty skies all the time?
Maybe we'll find another or save one
That will hate us for this and leave
To wander eternally in a loneliness
That shouldn't be and blame you
For helping and being free
To fly eternally
In a shinny sky;
Above the gray clouds;
Away from dark sounds,
Sea of tearsCried a storm over the calm land
I turned it in a wild,dark sea;
Lead above and under a lonely air,
Floating between the gray lines,
Limiting a wide dream,that was;
Waves reaching up high to clouds
That defended with lights of anger,
Destroying the life within the sea,
Leaving the water untouched by doom,
Empty lake of tears that never end
To fall from those shaded eyes of mine,
Unable to see the beacon on the shore,
Sailing lost over the endless abyss
In the unleashed storm by true words,
Hurting deep;pass the water like thunders,
Not harming the outside,but in there
All the pieces are spread in the gale;dissolved,
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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