It's clear you are there
but your shine is not touched
you're a relic
you are only there
because of what you once did
your only justification
a potential
we no longer need
Day 3174, useless.
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Day 3173, if seen.
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It all looks the same
if seen as one
only reflection shows
and individual inside
Day 3171, morning.
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Empty streets
the only nuisance is me
walking through the silence
Day 3170, all those.
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Do you see all those lines
they go somewhere
and nowhere
Day 3169, test in the light.
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When you're in the dark
together
It can be hard to find
the connection
especially when it is
untested
Day 3168, they do.
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I love walking through the city
looking at the buildings in black and white
they represent
Day 3166, left.
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I rushed upstairs
to you
I left behind all that could spill over
Day 3165, no where to go.
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I am caught by life
when a question arrived
in me
it trapped me
we go together
now
I am still asking
not about my life
but just about
all that is
forever
I might have found a silence
a nowhere to go
but it is hard to hear others
that say nothing to the world
but live
in their silence
I would like to say nothing
someday
to someone
Day 3163, what?
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I threw away the lock
and with that
I realized
my freedom
Day 3161, at least.
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I was standing in the middle of two roads
just above me
where I could not reach
a massive structure towered over me
and there
where there was no road
for some reason
It felt like it could stop time
or at least the movement of it
Day 3160, drifting nowhere.
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Where are you
going
I am standing here
drifting away
so you are
going
I am yes
I found myself
so it is the inside you are
going
I am
yes
I like
going
you say that
a lot
Day 3159, a lie.
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I grew up in a weathered yellow house
the skies were not always blue
except the one stone wall
it was always blue
I believe
or was it concrete
I am not sure
of what I remember
the door I do
it was the last thing
I closed
it was yellow
Day 3158, Escape from Freedom.
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There is a line going through me
from one outside
to another
outside
It is not clear if something happens
in between
in me
between
these two...
events
“Modern man lives under the illusion that he knows ‘what he wants,’ while he actually wants what he is supposed to want. In order to accept this it is necessary to realize that to know what one really wants is not comparatively easy, as most people think, but one of the most difficult problems any human being has to solve. It is a task we frantically try to avoid by accepting ready-made goals as though they were our own.”
Escape from Freedom
Day 3154, current.
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We've all been in a line
upwards
to a horizon
counting the steps we take
as if we count for something
Infinity was, for a long time, a philosophical concept. We now live our lives as if we live forever, having a handful of genuine experiences at the end, where the rest is just meaningless time between these events, meaningless like a single drop is in a stream going down, part of it all but also not. We live as if life has no value because we still cannot believe that this is it; you don’t wash away hundreds of generations of indoctrination in the big promise of an afterlife or reincarnation.
Day 3151, in there.
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I look at your wall
till it fills my view
it's more of the same
only slightly interesting
from here
up close
it still does not explain
why it is there
not knowing
what is in there
Day 3150, being against.
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I hear rumbling going on
of a silent majority
being against
but for now
I only see the sun
going down
in a silent landscape
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