Is zero a number or a passion?

Oh doctor, tell me I'm gonna live more!
Oh darling, give me your word you're gonna love me more!
Oh time, promise you're gonna stop whenever I need a break!
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At the end of the day you're alone, doesn't matter if you are living by yourself or with a big family, by the end of the day you're alone. When the others around you one by one fall asleep you stay face to face with the walls of your room, doesn't matter if you keep the lights on or off a sometimes-cruel-sometimes-soothing-silence pours over your mind, your ears, each cell of your body. Then you start thinking stuff that you are sure passed by no human being's mind before.
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Some feel an orgasmic joy by putting a few words together on paper, some by putting a few colors on canvas, some by putting a few children around their dining tables. I sometimes feel like getting pregnant. I imagine getting pregnant from the clay that Adam and Eve were made of, then watching my tummy get as big as the earth so that I can see with a motherly joy the patterns of the dark lands and the blue seas, the poles, the equator, the two tropics, then joining along with the other pregnant planets to the strings around the neck of the sun and whirling like darwishes, celebrating creation...when the time comes giving birth to a renewed earth with a bright smile and pink cheeks...and with the moon on forehead...and with a leather cover and velvety-skinned leaves...
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However all nights are bound to be overcomed by some daylight. And things, objects, people around you start to whisper all at the same time with the dedication of a chorus performing before God that you are not alone
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that you better follow the warm, familiar breath of your soul blowing towards a certain direction called passion.