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I wish I was absent…

I wish I was absent,

Absent from this whole weary cycle, from its crests and troughs.. from the way it changes and from the way it makes me change.. from the dreams and realities.. from the false and the truth.. from the way and the destination.. from the beauty and the ugliness which it unfolds.. from the spring and the autumn and the whole of its faces… from hatred and from love too.. from the yes and the no.. from this way or that way… from the nothingness and the wholesomeness.. from belief, faith and from untrust too.. from heaven and hell.. from hope and from distress…

I wish I was absent.. absent from you and me.. from what makes it.. absent from the fragrance and from its origin..  I wish I was absent… absent from this life…