The end seems to be falling slowly to a ground my decomposing
Day 2705, seems to be.
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Day 2704, flew away.
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I still feel the sun on my wings who flew away there was no goodbye
Day 2703, sparkle in silence.
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Even the silence will have a color that rhymes so you can sparkle
Day 2702, waiting.
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Your old skin dying you cling to the source of life till it will leg go
Day 2701, Madusa.
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Floating in the air Like a hanging Madusa only wind moves you
Day 2700, fading.
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Reaching the last time my old hand closes still holds the colors fading
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 2403, dinner.
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Nature stares at you when your eyes are to heavy it wants to eat you
Day 2401, reflection.
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I walked outside between grey skies and the street and thoughtful windows
Day 2400, mirror.
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Your dark tired eyes stared from everywhere in the room until the lights went
Day 2399, last stare.
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Is this my last stare? End of my new beginning. What brings tomorrow?
Day 2398, dying thoughts.
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A kernel of truth at the end of dying thoughts a prolongation
Nochrisis
Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
Book 1
66 Capacity for visions. –Throughout the whole Middle Ages, the actual and decisive sign of the highest humanity was that one was capable of visions – that is to say, of a profound mental disturbance! And the objective of medieval prescriptions for the life of all higher natures (thereligiosi) was at bottom to make one capable of visions! It is thus no wonder that an over-estimation of the half-mad, the fantastic, the fanatical- of so-called men of genius- should have spilled over into our time; ‘they have seen things that others do not see’ – precisely! and this should make us cautious towards them, not credulous!
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Day 2343, the future.
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I see a light hue Looking into the distance mimicking green grass
Day 2067, valleys.
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