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Split inside

The connection is lost and no dance, no story, is possible here…

There is no conversation here.

No story to tell. Stop looking for a plot or a hook. The man has no words or signs. Let alone a dance.

He tried, hell-bent, he tried. Restless.

Wasted hours, mind making incessant cart wheels, pretending tango. And no pen gets ever lifted, no keyboard hit. No grounded feet or intention. No move.

A man split inside. Pathless.

How can he move without a soul, how can he trust without himself.

Clumsy being full of techniques and capricious thoughts running like mice. Uncontrolled. And here he comes to the club, a fragile man of glass.

Language lost. Monkey mind.

By Sergio Acosta

At heart, I am a story-teller. As a creative writer and designer, I tell stories on the web, on paper, and sometimes I scribble random lines on the dance floor.

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