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Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Searching nirvana II
 

they never wanted it to happen… they didnt mean it…
what to do? call an ambulance? call the authorities?

everything was a cloudy haze. some stopped dancing, some left, some shouted out of shock, and some cried. they all felt at cause. they felt lost. slowly, the music faded away, and the neon lights were invisible. the empty outdoor place was lit only by the strong light of the full moon. everything turned, people talked slower.

this was not planned. this was not supposed to happen.
this can not be happening.

nirvana, where to find it? surely not here…
nirvana, is there really such thing?

the girl, in a middle of a ciricle of people, stopped shivering. lying down on the cold cemented floor, she was mouthing a few words. tears fell from her eyes.

why wouldnt anyone do anything?
fear.
why wouldnt anyone help her?
fear.

soon, the tears were camouflaged, as raindrops fell from the sky. the irony in that, huh?

the spin, this ride seemed to stop in a jolt…
or so, they thought…
long, in the distance, sirens could be heard.