I still remember running to the last tree on the street it was the autumn of my youth still young I saw no other trees then these lining the street not far from where you were
Day 2439, parent.
Poetry, Daily pictureDay 2438, standing still.
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Standing on your pedestal acting your wisdom believable the mirror at night alone avoided
Day 2437, Existentialism.
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We get born empty slowly filed by what overflows in others and then we see one day ourselves imagined in our mind
Day 2436, special moments.
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In life we sometimes follow someone
while they were following us
that is not so special
the moment you find out
that is special
Day 2435, look.
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I just heard that they say that we are all different whereafter I thought yeah but there is still more of the same in all of us
Day 2434, in my fantasy.
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Memories sometimes rush into me carried by a smell a glance a word today one rushed forwards helped by a movement an old tool I saw its movement I remember it it was from the days when I played played on the floor fantasy worlds with plastic toys I saw it there it was in my mind I do remember when I think about it I have many memories of things things that happened in my fantasy maybe I spend most of my time there I don’t remember
Day 2433, point in the distance.
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One of my memories from when I was young was that I liked to go to the last wagon on the train and look through the window at the track passing by from underneath my feet and seeing it disappear in the distance on the rhythm of all the sounds like the track history seems to end also in a point far way but in silence
Day 2432, consider.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Untimely meditations
- Consider the cattle, grazing as they pass you by: they do not know what is meant by yesterday or today, they leap about, eat, rest, digest, leap about again, and so from morn till night and from day to day, fettered to the moment and its pleasure or displeasure, and thus neither melancholy nor bored. This is a hard sight for man to see; for, though he thinks himself better than the animals because he is human, he cannot help envying them their happiness – what they have, a life neither bored nor painful, is precisely what he wants, yet he cannot have it because he refuses to be like an animal. A human being may well ask an animal: ‘Why do you not speak to me of your happiness but only stand and gaze at me?’ The animal would like to answer, and say: ‘The reason is I always forget what I was going to say’ -but then he forgot this answer too, and stayed silent: so that the human being was left wondering.
Day 2431, we.
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In light of the moon and earths tilt we think
Day 2430, upside-down.
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You eat everything you see but only the same now you lie heavy down on your back your eyes follow your hanging head looking at the world upside down
Day 2429, close.
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You hold me close with your sharp claws and I love you for it even the closeness
Day 2428, mist.
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A mysterious fog hung over the sea today, and I took this lousy phone picture of it, but I guess you get the idea. Like a nice sunset or landscape, most of us also like a good mist hanging In a valley. I don’t know why we evolved this way, but at least it is something we all appreciate.
Day 2427, thought.
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My young thought peaked over the side thinking she could fly the depth scared but the wings felt real climbing on the side she reflected in her mother's eyes the colors of her wings were there it was not the last thing she saw but for sure the only thing that mattered
Day 2426, obstacle.
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I walked around the obstacle as if to find a solution but I only found a problem
Day 2425, neighbor.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
118 What is our neighbor! – What do we understand to be the boundaries of our neighbor: I mean that with which he as it were engraves and impresses himself into and upon us? We understand nothing of him except the change in us of which he is the cause – our knowledge of him is like hollow space which has been shaped. We attribute to him the sensations his actions evoke in us, and thus bestow upon him a false, inverted positivity. According to our knowledge of ourselves we make of him a satellite of our own system: and when he shines for us or grows dark and we are the ultimate cause in both cases – we nonetheless believe the opposite! World of phantoms in which we live! Inverted, upside-down, empty world, yet dreamed of as full and upright!
Day 2424, from behind glass.
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We often look at our own nature in awe from behind a glass barrier because we still want to step away ignore and look back at its howl
Nochrisis 