Oct 28, 2024

Guess it belongs in that ..Still haven't found what I'm looking for...schedule.

Been reading a novel my 4th read completed in just 2 weeks.

this was another inspector Montalbano. the title was` Vest of Nipers`...
actually its not...its called `Nest of Vipers`. Don't know why but been getting the title confused.
Its a hard read for entertaining escapes that is Sicilian Detective  Montalbano.
Felt bit dirty, deeply sad about the portrayal,(even in non fiction book about non existent characters). The main person in authors description goes for deep swim to get clean.
Also caused myself to think about the issue of emotional Bondage. getting away from ropes around heart plus your mind. Bible passage came into focus connected with discussion in Church...Perhaps about `Paradise`,..Perhaps. Its just my mind.
Thought...One day l will fly away "..was about Elephant of inspiration, getting ambitions, not about struggle to escape another's control.
Love' its cold and it gone', sometimes too soon. Other times your in Love ...the other isn't.
So often come across this feeling,type of cognitive discourse, other can't move forward.
Don't have all the answers for you.
Don't have all the answers for myself.
Guess it belongs in that ..Still haven't found what I'm looking for...schedule.

follow the night

Can’t stand the light

When will I begin?

To live again?

One day I’ll fly away

Leave all this to yesterday

What more could your love do for me

When will love be through with me

Why live life from dream to dream

And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I’ll fly away!

Leave all this to yesterday!

Why live life from dream to dream!?

And dreamt the day when dreaming end

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