There was
pride, and there was Love. There was music, and there was silence. Rhythm,
swing, and stuckness. There was a lot going on. Reading, watching, and
sleeping. There was fear, and there was disappointment. Tears, pain, and gibberish.
There was mystery, after all.
But there was no return, and there was no satisfaction. There was no joy, and there was no understanding. No life, no color, and no movement. There was no logic. No coming, no going, and no breathing. There was no rain, and there was no prize. No eyedrops, no sequence, and no shame. There was no rule-following at all.
But there was no return, and there was no satisfaction. There was no joy, and there was no understanding. No life, no color, and no movement. There was no logic. No coming, no going, and no breathing. There was no rain, and there was no prize. No eyedrops, no sequence, and no shame. There was no rule-following at all.
Do you
realize that? That's rhythm! That’s balance, for chrissake! There is not enough
money or beauty to buy the understanding. Do you realize that? That’s what I
would call an award.