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I'm just dying to go to a place where there are (I won't say 'no people' because I want people) people who can be natural in their feelings towards me, who can live around me without trying too hard to entertain me, who can laugh with me without the plasticness, who can just let me be. I want to wash off my intellectual mud and be a nothing, particularly not a thinking person. I want to stop thinking completely and fade into obscureness. That nothingness is so alluring, it attracts me like a fastidious ant to a sticky sugar syrup. I want that void to fill within me like a black hole.
Have you ever lain on a high rock looking up at the sky, you would get lost in an empty new world of your own, unaware of everything that goes around you. I want that feeling again in me.

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  1. thanks for dropping by and commenting on my blog. you write so deep and yet claim not to! :P

    anyway, nothingness is my fascination too, but in a different way. nowadays I dont try finding answer for deep questions as I know I will not find the perfect answer, I just follow the path shown by my conscience, which will be the least taxing path in the emotional sense!

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