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Day 2559, you better…
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Day 2559, road.
Daily picture, Poetry
I know the road into the mountains
when I pass that house
I never been there
I just remember it from within
a dream
Day 2558, tied.
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I know being tied up keeps my head facing the storm but it still makes me nauseous
Day 2557, young.
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I remember that I was young
Day 2556, hill.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
The Gay Science
‘Joke, Cunning, and Revenge’ Prelude in German Rhymes
I6. Upward
‘How do I best get to the top of this hill?’
‘Climb it, don’t think it, and maybe you will.’
16. Aufwärts.
“Wie komm ich am besten den Berg hinan?”
Steig nur hinauf und denk nicht dran!
Day 2555, together.
Daily picture, Poetry
I prefer to hold it together in style
Day 2554, hello.
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Day 2553, fractures.
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I have stand to long
deteriorating
with my feet stuck
in foreign soil
though the lines I carved
are still there
I feel the fracktures
even the ones I crossed
in the past
Day 2552, cross.
Daily picture, Poetry
I bare a cross
I believe it
is a mark
A double jeopardy?
Day 2551, tail.
Daily picture, Poetry
You tried to eat your own tail
but you couldn't find it
your first disappointment
Day 2550,
Daily picture, Poetry
There are two lights in my life
you and me
Day 2549, you go on.
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Casually you walk into the choices you make not caring what you might have the carry you know what you want it's just a hand full of things and no temptations you go on
Day 2547, choices.
Daily picture, Poetry
It's just a turn of a switch
like making a decision
but the other choices
taunt me
like if they were even possible
after I was sure
and made up a mind
Day 2546, asleep.
Daily picture, Poetry
I woke my dream
and fell asleep
Day 2545, study.
Daily picture, Poetry
It is a luxury
when you can study your landing
Day 2544, grey.
Daily picture, Poetry
I see life’s colors
above the horizon
but my grey stay’s
the dark soil holds
and the colors I see
they are there
Nochrisis 