by J C W






break up.


Something strangely purifying…


Something was unknotted… somehow…


The feeling of an ending,

Of something new.


An ending in this relationship.

An ending also in the Game.


Something new may emerge.


Something… unexpected.


It might be the best thing I could experience.


Something yet to come.


Something that would completely escape those intellectual schemes of my mind.


My limited mind.




There is work to do…


What work?


I guess the only thing I want now, is …



Keep on with meaning…


Meaningless work

Is self-destruction.


Meaningful work

Is pure life.