Every time I see documentaries about the Universe and time
panic strikes
not because I feel small as compared to the universe
not because of the voice of Morgan Freeman
but because only then I realize that I will someday die
and that someday is a mere blink of an eye away.
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I try not to blink for a while, I shrug and cry
and know from experience
that I will not sleep for a couple of nights
just until my self image
will grow right back
and reach the size of my time bubble
– my personal chaos and universe intertwined.
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I count my closeness to death in panic strikes
as if I’d mark my gain in height
and not my closeness to an end
full of dread and the fading last words of the voice-over.
Damn you, Morgan Freeman!
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I know the feeling…
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Dear Entropy, you’re to blame for all of this. Although I’m quite flattered to find out that you are reading my blog, you scare me soo bad…
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One of my favourite figures alive:) I assume you’ve seen “The Bucket List”… such a nice movie! 🙂
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He’s my favourite too, but he’s still sending chills down my spine in those documentaries.. I just can’t help feeling small and helpless and one step away from…the inevitable end, and I start to associate that feeling with his amazing voice.
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