We wake up in the morning of our life
naked, and you don’t mean anything to me; you are not there.
There is only me and an endless world inside
and out there somewhere.
Then they take you, they tell you without words
there are lines that divide.
You can’t even choose; your life is determined
like falling asleep.
You sometimes, while you are standing, see these lines in the corner of your mind
of the puppeteer pulling on the loose hanging strings.
You almost started to forget your why.
We all long to before those lines
to the other side.
To nowhere land, where we can play again
the puppeteer
and sit down
naked.
Poetry
Day 2831, every day.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human.All Too Human
The religious life
116 The everyday Christian. – If the Christian dogmas of a revengeful God, universal sinfulness, election by divine grace and the danger of everlasting damnation were true, it would be a sign of weakmindedness and lack of character not to become a priest, apostle or hermit and, in fear and trembling, to work solely on one’s own salvation; it would be senseless to lose sight of one’s eternal advantage for the sake of temporal comfort. If we may assume that these things are at any rate believed true, then the everyday Christian cuts a miserable figure; he is a man who really cannot count to three, and who precisely on account of his spiritual imbecility does not deserve to be punished so harshly as Christianity promises to punish him.
Day 2830, direction.
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The fields follow no one
formed by forces already gone
like the first ones here
already saw
we cross them like we do
all in the same direction
and we only notice what stands out
when the mist subsides
like a tree with no leaves
all alone
Day 2829, it feels.
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The light appears out
in the darkness
or is it the white
of the cold snow
that contradicts
Day 2827, inside my out there.
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As a child I knew how to paint the world
streaming into my silent
speechless
mind
I wish I still remember
these strokes
and learn to listen to the silence
in between the words
inside
my out there
Day 2826, hooked.
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To be drawn into the future
make sure you get hooked on it
Day 2825, think about it.
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Don’t let your lies
dreams
and memories
touch each other
because see what it does
Day 2824, just before.
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Just before I hit
the world
shook inside
engraving the moment
for eternity
Day 2820, I’ll try.
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I’ll try to hold the silence
on my fingertips
feeding my skull
my closed eyes
searching
in the darkness
my thinking is not
where I am
Day 2819, till it drops.
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I identify with the green leaves
soaking in the sun hanging from a dark branch
ignorant of the ground my mother is from
I’ll wait till it drops
on the ground that seems
estranged from here
Day 2818, infront.
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The light I cary with me
infront of me
to lure me
blinds me
when I’m not looking down
Day 2817, stone.
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I pick up the stone that lay silent
and the chaos swarmed in
I should probably put it back
but throwing it away was too much fun
Day 2815, or was it.
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I remember last week
a door opened to a forgotten
dream
or was it a memory
it haunted me
before my sleep
in my sleep
not knowing in the morning
what I forgot
I am glad I forget
the doors
what is inside
besides
a Schrodinger cat staring at you
holding your dream
or was it a memory
Day 2813, feels good
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I slowly turn the volume up
at least I think so
being deaf for your
needs
But the knob feels good
Day 2812, untie.
Poetry
I can turn around to get closer
or to get some distance
just make sure you untie me
Day 2811, what you hold.
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I cling on like the child in mine
to the cold line set
not by life
but what you hold
Nochrisis 