I wish I could see the world from an angle don’t know why but maybe it works
Day 2654, maybe.
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Day 2653, forbid.
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I sometimes stand still and even then, people think I forbid
Day 2647, under water.
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Maybe it's a storm
you run aground
or a small leak
the end result is still
the same
you end up
at the bottom
Day 2646, fallen.
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A dozen waterfalls
bring what's fallen
down
trough a forest
they find
without knowing
the way
Day 2645, did I.
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Did I want my life when I was young?
Day 2643, catch me.
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Your needles feel like they want to catch me
Day 2642, rare catch.
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Time just has to pass in silence away from my thoughts I rowed toward the point where I get tired and fish for what I don’t need here only the wind streaks the calm sea where the current stays like yesterday I probably end up like before with maybe a catch that is rare.
Day 2639, expectations.
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I moved to another space, job, and time again with expectations on my side. Even though I didn’t spell them out, I knew what they were. But this ambiguity makes it difficult to feel my state of mind for now, I am here. It’s my age or time, getting closer to an end than a beginning. Expectation slowly shows its empty face after it already lost its words.
Day 2638, to know.
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He never really talked but his movements a look a slight gesture told you what you wanted to hear and see
Day 2636, fairy tales.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, all too human II
Mixed opinions and maxims
270 The eternal child. -We believe that fairy tales and games belong to childhood: shortsighted as we are! As if we would like to live without fairy tales and games at any age! Admittedly, we call it something else and experience it differently, but this is precisely what speaks for it being exactly the same thing-for the child, too, feels that games are his work and fairy tales his truth. The brevity of life should preserve us from pedantically separating the ages oflife-as if each one brought something new-and a poet should sometime present to us a human being two hundred years old who really does live without fairy tales and games.
Day 2635, stare.
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Ever changing skies
like the dreams they can
show you what you will
if you stare
long enough
Day 2634, asleep.
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In all the years I lived with her
she never woke up
I guess I didn't ether
Day 2633, I once.
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I once lifted you up
while I was waiting to be alone
Day 2632, high enough.
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The sun doesn't set
when you are high enough
Day 2631, I see.
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In the distance sea
I live
Day 2630, different.
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I've seen these mountains a thousand times
from the window where I stand
and only the clouds
change them
Nochrisis 