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[luzrette]

(it is that time i can't go on without speaking Reality.
it is winter, you see. I watch people descending to some form of depression - and they never like the view from there, believe me.
but it is my time, my natural habitat.
truth is, i will only write when there's blood on my lips, my own.)

The regulations of reality does not apply here because what

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[cantseenewyork]

i don't really know i just want to stare at the word 'horses'

[luzrette]

Yes, that's what I did too.
And what horses. What hooves.

[cantseenewyork]

Horses aren't even my favourite animals, I don't have a favourite animal. But I just realized, without having given it though before, that I missed trying to make sense of myself by trying to make sense of your words.

[kertenleda]

if it's ever going to happen, it has to be unexpected.

you have two choices; stop expecting and start making it.
you have two choices, it's funny how when people say it they make it sound like you can choose one and only one.
you have to choose both.

[luzrette]

Read it again, or don't, let me tell you, that it is already there.

[kertenleda]

the "you" in "you" in there is not you my dear. i was just saying what i saw in there, in other words, i know.
i kinda knew you would take it this way though. i thought of coming back to explain myself, then i figured i'd leave that for when you'd protest. i wish you wouldn't though, i was just trying to sing back to your tune. say that i'm here, at least, trying to understand.

[luzrette]

Hm.
The truth is, any sign of expectation or a choice are absent.
Because they are not possible.
In the widest sense, any other way is not a possibility.
While I don't feel the need to explain, simply because there's nothing in this to explain, I'm wondering if you can understand, you being here, just here, is more than quite enough, so that you can tell me how it feels.

Now - if still, do you have any idea what this was, because I don't anymore.