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  • There are moments, when something is obviously troubling me, and I need to hear that everything's
    gonna be alright. I ask for soothing words from people, although I know I won't belive them. I resist,
    because I'm too confused or mad about the past or the future.

    Then there are moments, that seem empty of any concern. Empty of anything. And yet –or maybe right
    then– something close is suddently embracing me. It's like a sign, a metaphorical answer to an
    unasked question. Or to one of those dozens of unspoken ones, that are constantly hovering my mind in
    stealth mode.

    When such signs arise, they are blank of any past or future. There's only a vast now. And I'm willing to
    listen. I cannot help but to listen and to believe.
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