If you look down
and see these interesting
reflections
you have to be careful
not to step into them
because the ripple
will go further than you
expect
Day 3508, not to.
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Day 3507, is it.
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Is it still the horizon
if you stand before a wall
looking up?
Day 3505, I have.
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I want a dream
that one day I dream
of a world where I
live only with me's
all the other I’s
Day 3503, question.
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What is the opposite of a dark forest?
A misty forest?
Both scary,
but different.
Day 3502, to work.
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When I cross a street
I will stand in the middle
at one point
often
staring for a second
one way or the other
to the crossroads
and hidden alleys
just to feel the curiosity
on my way to work
Day 3501, just wait.
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I remember the light
warm, sitting behind glass
coffee
waiting, for nothing
reliving moments
in passing by
no need to go in
its gone
just wait
Day 3497, What else was their to see.
Daily picture, PoetryPictures don’t make the world more beautiful or interesting, but…they can lift up a scene from its surroundings.
Day 3492, one of.
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I rearranged my fridge's shelves today
one of the best days of the year
Day 3491, to keep.
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You break parts of me
but I isolated
not for what you say
but to keep the warmth in
Day 3490, for what is.
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We all fall
down on the mirror we see
but not coming closer
and when we hit
we will slowly slide
down
so you get used
to see in the darkness
for what is darkness
if you can't see it
Day 3489, they are.
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Your words are left in the shadows
now they are gone
as long as there is light
I'll remember them
Day 3488, for me.
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Even if I see everything around
me
there is still a black border
in a square box
hiding
you for me
Day 3486, most dangerous.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human
Woman and Child
422 Tragedy of childhood. -Not infrequently, it may happen that noble-minded and ambitious people have to undergo their hardest struggle during childhood: perhaps by having to maintain their convictions against a low-minded father given over to pretense and deceit or, like Lord Byron, by living in a continual struggle with a childish and wrathful mother. Anyone who has experienced something like this will never in his life get over knowing who has really been his greatest, most dangerous enemy.
Day 3485, even if.
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It should not matter
what you want to keep
private
even if all
can see it
Day 3484, something.
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The painting was on the wall
when I saw it walking on the beach without a sea
I don't know what it means
but thinking about it
means something
Day 3483, I hope.
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The wall with windows slowly heals over
unknown to me when I can walk
to the other side
I hope
it will be enough to see the other side
one day
through a window
Nochrisis 