Reaching the last time my old hand closes still holds the colors fading
Day 2700, fading.
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Day 2699, leaving.
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It feels like leaving when the green leafs fade away and the time counts down
Day 2698, what is left.
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After you have bloomed nature is still greeting you with that what is left
Day 2697, underneath.
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I looked underneath the details of dying life and saw only parts
Day 2696, be kind.
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Plato
Be kind. Every person you meet
is fighting a difficult battle.
Day 2695, last thought.
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Are we not all slaves of our last thought
Day 2694, but only.
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I know where this road leads me but only if I start walking it
Day 2693, drama.
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Thoughts are sometimes written in stone I just hope that it is with some drama
Day 2692, tied
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Even a recently tied knot is often hard to untie
Day 2691, tied down and free.
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You might say that the rope that ties you down needs to be cut for you to be free but can we be free while not tied down why not cut down what the rope is tied to and use this rope to tie yourself after you float for a while to a next anchor because we are not free in this storm it’s the anchor that gives us the freedom to stand still and not be free like a playball tossed around between the waves that rule
Day 2690, too quickly.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Thus Spake Zarathustra
The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.
Day 2689, I am a forest.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Thus Spoke Zarathustra
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
Day 2688, kneel.
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I don’t kneel down for you it’s just that I can’t get up anymore
Day 2686, taught us.
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I wondered standing in an ancient landscape if the shape of a mountaintop the recognition the rush we felt of almost home has taught us the love for the shape of our loved ones and the feeling of being home
Day 2685, wander.
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I wonder what drives wander around in me
the one I feel alone in nature
Is it the distance of open pastures
prey at the horizon your food
or are the clouds fleeting over
contrasting in silence the time you no longer feel
is it the contrast between thinking
and not
I wander
Day 2684, follow.
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I ran down the mountain and on my right the trees seem to follow me but it was just an endless row of the same even when I stopped
Nochrisis 