Monday, December 20, 2004 :::
I can't meet you anymore, I cannot see you anymore, I just cry for you and I just think I talk to you again. When you talk to me for the last time, I knew it was the last one, and it wasn't real, it wasn't imaginatine either.
I cannot help you, but I see you need help. I just cry for you because I know you are desperate for help. It's so unfair! Tears are just condensed emotions from my clouds of emotions.
I am just alone and I am free to cry, free to think and feel the sadness and sorrow of this world.
::: posted by Vangelis at 6:55 AM
Thursday, December 16, 2004 :::
Another grey day... aniticipating Xmas to come. But why not today is not an exciting day? Why not 'carpe diem?'
It's going to be another quiet day with a certain routine to follow. Is routine good? Probably yes, to a certain extent at least. But how much space the routine and the daily tasks - both work and home related - leave for real forward progres. Routine tasks are not so routinely identical in every day. Maybe the routine might improve and evolve. But what about a big leap in progress. Or why progressing at all? Is progress, evolution and development inherent to the human nature? How much space the survival and maintainance insticts and tasks leave for pure thinking? Or all aspects of life are part of the same evolutionary process?
::: posted by Vangelis at 1:03 AM