​when you get a call and your universe crumbles. When you can’t put any of the pieces back together. When your die a slow painful deathBecause you can’t change anything.  You light one way and another darkens. You go that way and the alley closes from behind you. You have no Choice.  Not really. You crawl under the burden of existence and cry loudly for your children. But no one can help.  Nothing can changeAt such times..I throw the files and the pens and the papers and I stand on the table and spin on my axis..I dance while you watch me in awe…

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