Ellipsis

It's one of those days when i have nothing to say, but i must say something because
i've spoken too much.

To the point where all that you speak becomes a distorted drone to your own ears the moment it escapes you. It's happening often these days, i am realizing the senselessness of me.

It's a sick thing being self righteous, its an amazing thing being put into your place by a dream. Illogical play of colourless shadows, vague faces, no plot, no climax. distinct enough to make you scared, even of yourself. It's amazing.

from a film:

To Luciano,
because we are also all that we lose.


i was thinking of all that i am about to lose, want to lose

will it become me at a later time? Will i become that?

...

Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.

- Rumi