I know what this is all about: you're trying to psychoanalyze me, said the statue to the sculptor. You think that, because you've carved my face, you can also solidify my spirit. But my mind is not yours to shape at will; it is not a fixed essence for you to grasp.
I change with every passing day, no body of stone will ever be able to imprison me, and when you lie frozen in sleep, my shadow dances in the boulevards of your dreams. Deep inside, I know, you envy me, for I flirt with immortality in a way you can't even come close to...
Friday, 27 June 2008
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