Even the blind
will get confused
of what they don't see

We all stand for something
behind something
and besides something

but those are not
standing there
the others
but mirrors
that don't reflect. 

I like to see where I can't reach
it gives me something 
that I don't want

A bridge to some other side
those are the ones I like to take

at least halfway 

I was standing here
where I actually wanted to sit 

to watch the view

The lines don't come together
but close by
they mesmerize
the place between the world 
and me 

Not every day is the same as the day before
well
none of them are the same in reality
but it feels like 
they are

but I remember the ones that stood out
like fresh air that hits you

but I feel all those other days
more
heavier
It is what I am made off
day by day
cemented by forgotten time

I don't think they are colorless 
It is definitely not the opposite
but something is missing
that is normal 
though they do the same as us 

When a straight line goes up
the world distorts 

You see in me
nature reflecting 

We have this story
not made by ourselves
but by the time we have been here 
consciously  

it is our story
of how we see this world
that might as well not exist

we are part of this real world
but live in our own 
and when two worlds touch
one of them dilutes 

---

Friedrich Nietzsche

Daybreak

Book 1

31 Pride in the spirit. – The pride of mankind, which resists the theory of descent from the animals and establishes the great gulf between man and nature – this pride has its basis in a prejudice as to what spirit is: and this prejudice is relatively young. During the great prehistoric age of mankind, spirit was presumed to exist everywhere and was not held in honour as a privilege of man. Because, on the contrary, the spiritual (together with all drives, wickedness, inclinations) had been rendered common property, and thus common, one was not ashamed to have descended from animals or trees (the noble races thought themselves honoured by such fables), and saw in the spirit that which unites us with nature, not that which sunders us from it. Thus one schooled oneself in modesty – and likewise in consequence of a prejudice.

All these thoughts 
this heavy weight
finally supports me
in lifting the bridge 
to you 
my past

I like to look up
to what is above me

the origin of all the evil
in the world