The world is open, the world is wide -- yet I feel as if I´m walking on breaking glass, threading water endlessly, without getting anywhere but here. Where I don´t want to be. Minutes turn to hours, turn to days and weeks and months and what I do, is what I can -- I keep my head above water, I keep breathing -- in out, in out. I long for the days when there was life. When everything was colour and magic and enchantment and grandeur. When all sparkled and glittered and I was´nt sure where I was going, but I was moving so rapidly I passed you by as a blur, as an enigma, as a bolt of lightning or a shooting star. And now this: forever in limbo, forever standing still, forever needlessly trying, aiming, and forever not moving. I want it to stop now.
"Please stop now."
Martha Wainwright – Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole
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