Art is nothing without our joy and interpretation it is just paint on a canvas or a shape in a form
Day 2509, art?
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Day 2508, adventure.
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At night in my dream I glow underwater feeling the world an adventure but all along the morning holds me tight waking me up in a sudden pull I only remember the goodbye
Day 2505, idle.
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We opened our eyes to the world from where we crashed with clipped wings staring at the chasm we try to scale in vain
Thrownness (German: Geworfenheit) is a concept introduced by German philosopher Martin Heidegger (1889–1976) to describe humans’ individual existences as being ‘thrown’ (geworfen) into the world in the sense of its having been born into a specific family in a particular culture at a given moment of human history. See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thrownness
Day 2504, leftover.
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Your barbwire handmade wound by wound keeps me out you in a leftover from when the animals grazed on your fields
Day 2503, sometimes.
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Sometimes you are pregnant of an idea
and than
a smaller version of you comes out
Day 2502, life out of focus.
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Life from start to end is complete like a circle with no end or beginning but for us looking at only parts of what we see the sliver that makes sense the blur we somehow embrace that life is a mystery but only because we can say it is
Day 2501, open.
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Some people are so focused on the lock that they don’t realize that the door is open
Day 2499, bars.
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The bars that I see in the shadow though fleeting in the dark have kept me inside for as long as I know I try to grab them like the ones I am holding now but they are not there to grab they are not there and that’s why I can’t brake them
Day 2498, the point.
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When you hit it wrong but keep on going you will eventually bend the point you were making
Day 2497, wrong.
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I sometimes read the temperature of a room wrong so I say but I know I never looked at the damn thermometer
Day 2497, to the?
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Is it luck that a branch
of a tree
grows
to where the sun is
Day 2496, the outside.
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I wish I had such a nice
and round
filter
Day 2495, almost.
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The weather was nice today
the world almost seemed real
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
Lao Tzu
Day 2493, mystery.
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I stand here carrying what never will be mine you you who I never know you give me power but not for me you don’t even know and not because it disappears in the darkness
Day 2492, the snow was.
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The snow was falling in front of a dark background the contrast pronounced the snow was melting on my skin now looking up I enjoyed it even more like you do in those few first seconds the snow came down alone but together they fell landing on a dark soil were only the first
Day 2491, this house.
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This house was empty empty for a long time the outside leaked through the cracks the doors never used stuck only the dark attic gave me alone to be with myself
Nochrisis 