“I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.”—Fernando Pessoa
“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”—Charles Bukowski
Dwarf in a Flask
I have lived ten thousand years
A hundred different lives
People have flashed before me in an instant
I cannot die
I know the suffering of the world
And I wished…
With all I had…
To return to nothing
But there is no such thing as an absolute and final ending
FOr it is always followed by a new beginning.
The future is yours to shape as you wish
Crafted with hope
On a foundation of peace.
But for me…my life…
of one thousand…
What do I want?
I think I’d be happy leaving this little flask
Eternally watching from the outside as people lived and died.
Alone, because I could never stay in once place for too long.
Yet even still,
I was trapped.
Stuck behind a ssheet of glass.
Living through all these endless years,
I’ve always felt I’ve been struck with a curse.
But then I found you.
I suddenly felt blessed.
Grateful for the life I had.
I was free. Finally free.
I’ve had a fufilling life.
Thanks to you.
It’s been enough.
But now, believe it or not,
I actually want to keep on living.
I guess I’m pretty hopeless.
Perhaps this glass is where I’ll stay.