intentions intended.

when leaning forward towards the sun,lets derogate the rays that it produces.lets cultivate this mind to burn in its very soul and find ataraxia where it is needed most.perhaps,it would have been better if the intended one had kept to the intended self and not gone around with a mind full of gloats and metaphors that seem to cloud,burrow and extinguish the intended one's existence.i sometimes find that the cards splayed openly under the wet dew drops of the trees at the bus stop coming back into the intended institution of education from the intended road of intentions is really peaceful.no one would have expected it.that is why i have decentralized my existence.then i observe further on,my eyes falling on angles that are unnatural,abnormal,painful.i shouldn't do that.not often anyway.they hurt my eyes to no end.its all a matter of time they say.and with their little bottles neatly packed with hot,boiling water in a thermos flask,they stand with their black leather boots and scruffy blue clothes all snugly sitting on their flesh.the perfect combination.the safe opens.sesame.the fabric burns,a relentless scorching sun perseveres.tread.tread softly in the jungle for anytime now,the intended will appear.the intention is to be intended.if only the intentions of the intended were really the intentions the intended intended.

setting sun.

John Banville on Mortality.


I would like to live forever,if forever exists.I would not like to leave this world.