When?

2007-03-23 16:50:48

Most of the time I just look out of the window, at the trees and the patches of sky, wondering when will all this end?
When will the wait be over?


When will i leave this body and this world, no longer fascinating, and be totally with You.
In complete silence, in nothingness, where there is no perception, no thought, no disturbance, just eternal stillness.

The trees outside the window, fluttering in the breeze, I look at them as one stares at a cheap lifeless painting of scenery bought from the flea market. Lifeless, meaningless, so dead.

Sounds of people quarelling, horns blaring, like images of some world long destroyed, like ghost images.

All of this like a TV serial by an amateur, dragging on and on day after day, no end in sight, no plot, being stretched out most pathetically ... you see the futility of it, but no one else does.