This is new. · 6. January 2007
An attempt to do something. An attempt to do something new. Or an attempt to show something that has always been there. Something that is in between.
I try to speak out something, but either way I twist and turn, I will not find the right words. Every single letter is a lie, grinning at me as if it would say “You knew it all before”. But I did not. I tried my best to explain. It’s the words that spin the meaning.
You are in time. You get into a train. You get where you wanted, there you are.
You are late. You miss the train. A thousand missed chances. A thousand new ones.
Just three seconds between the present and the past. Less than a millimetre between here and there. It could have been different: We will never understand, but what if we still try to comprehend?
— Kristian Sinclair
chrx :: Jan 6, 02:19
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