September 02, 2011

click, close, click...

For a while, I'll repeat these mechanical movements.

...click, close, click. 
click, close, click.
click, close, click...

They give me peace. Nothing to think about. Nothing to fight for. No questions. No answers. Just existing. Flowing. Breathing. Realizing.

To just be.

Without any doubt and with the sureity of its occurrence.

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Maira Gall