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| Banksy-Waiting in Vain |
Nothing harder than catching a glimpse of freedom only to be snatched away from you; knowing what peace of mind is before falling into waves of turbulence; tasting passionate love before landing into a desert of nothingness.
Nothing like knowledge-- the knowledge of having, of being.
Nothing like incomplete revolutions.
Nothing like a broken clock.
I still dream of the freedom I once tasted in this country. I still dream of the peaceful me, that carefree soul who once believed in love. I still dream of love. That love that turned out to be anything but love.
I still dream of everything I once had, I once was.
I still dream of a complete revolution.
