Our destiny is not calling us
we are calling it
it is the point we just passed
and see it only looking
backwards
Day 3865, we just passed.
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Day 3864, of where I.
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I see the walls falling
and with it
the reflection
of where I live
Day 3863,
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It is so interesting
that most people will
not understand
what is written in these
books
and its not only
the language
Day 3861, Riddle nr. 4.
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Das man
with his own thoughts
sitting on a train with common thoughts
Day 3860, gone.
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I see no one here
where I never have been
but I know where I am
even when I was never
there
I hear the people
though it is silent
I see them walking
as I imagine
it is like my life
I am there
they are not
while they are
when I am gone
Day 3859, I believe.
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I love the empty road
it’s made for me
I believe
Day 3858, intentions and intonations.
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We all speak
to
each other
in different
languages
We hear the into-
nations
not the intentions
like with
our
internal
conversations
Day 3857, indulge.
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Some buildings are so boring
but still inviting
to indulge in
a look inside
Day 3856, misleading.
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I was seeing a road
while looking up
against a wall
Day 3855, tell me.
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I love a wall
that tells me
what time it is
Day 3853, I fell.
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I fell out of a nightmare
fell asleep
and dreamt
of autumn
and trees
Day 3852, makes sense.
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The strange thing is
that when I turn my thought
it makes sense
Day 3851, don’t.
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Don’t look up
when heavy thoughts build up
and start shifting
there’s no one there
and you might lose your footing
Day 3850, to hang.
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I’m so often hanging
with my back towards
where I have to go
waiting to get lifted
in place
of where I love to hang
Day 3849, it seems.
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I went to the store last week
to buy my yearly
personal upgrades
but it was closed
and looking at it
it seems for a long time
Day 3847, of my.
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Is my bandage protecting me
my wounds
or the outside world
from the reality
of my injuries