In between the trees there is always a straight path a coincident
Day 2709, in between.
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Day 2695, last thought.
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Are we not all slaves of our last thought
Day 2694, but only.
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I know where this road leads me but only if I start walking it
Day 2693, drama.
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Thoughts are sometimes written in stone I just hope that it is with some drama
Day 2692, tied
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Even a recently tied knot is often hard to untie
Day 2688, kneel.
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I don’t kneel down for you it’s just that I can’t get up anymore
Day 2686, taught us.
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I wondered standing in an ancient landscape if the shape of a mountaintop the recognition the rush we felt of almost home has taught us the love for the shape of our loved ones and the feeling of being home
Day 2685, wander.
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I wonder what drives wander around in me
the one I feel alone in nature
Is it the distance of open pastures
prey at the horizon your food
or are the clouds fleeting over
contrasting in silence the time you no longer feel
is it the contrast between thinking
and not
I wander
Day 2684, follow.
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I ran down the mountain and on my right the trees seem to follow me but it was just an endless row of the same even when I stopped
Day 2683, valley.
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It is a long time ago that I walked through those valleys where I saw the mountain I know so well I live much higher looking back close to a path to my top from here I can just see those valleys where I roamed in those pasts and wonder before I reach that maybe my top has another side another view valleys in between
Day 2682, from deep.
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We all long
from deep inside
to the place we stood up
and saw a horizon
for the first time
Day 2681, door.
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All doors open and you never know to what remember that the next time you see one because life is better if you expect the unexpected
Day 2680, can you.
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Can you see through the ripples the world around when you are looking down in reflection
Day 2679, you can.
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You can wonder if a camouflaged knot is still a knot
Day 2678, tied up.
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I will never be chosen first because I am tied up
Day 2677, pendulum.
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It is pretty transparent how you sit there high and dry you would almost dream of a just afterlife for a payback but also there I imagine is right the choice of a pendulum hanging from a high point
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