I like my view black and white
just because the world is so grey
where the right answers disappear
Day 3456, I like my view.
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Day 3455, random thoughts.
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I see abstract trees
in the city I walk
they don’t represent
but an idea
is nature not always a concept
a want
even while walking in it
do we not want
something of it
even if it is just
peace and quiet
can we really be in nature
even though we are
nature
Day 3454, number one.
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I don’t know what you expect
from number one
but is this it
Day 3453, why.
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You frame your closed life
like a painting turned around
in its frame
why
Day 3452, necessarily.
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Some places look attempting
but not necessarily
by how they look
Day 3450, stare.
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I am in a corner
in a hallI I don’t know
not because I was sent
or went
myself
What I now see in parts
is no longer straight
but I see it all
captured in my sphere
a long stare
Day 3448, calm.
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Isolated
life seems calm
slightly stained
not so colorful
Day 3446, that brings.
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I love walking on bridges
It's not because of the other side
but the structure that brings me there
Day 3443, just.
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I see a chair behind the window looking at me
I wonder if the somewhat symmetry I see
is known to it
just an observation
in passing
Day 3442, thoughts.
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I stack my thoughts
layer up on layer
and they are not see-through
I only have the register
partially
so I have a look
and 863 thoughts ago
the title reads for that moment's thought…
stacking thoughts
Day 3440, light.
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It is light
while standing here
waiting for the light
to turn on
Day 3439, discarded.
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Sometimes the shade
to many lines
will obscure your path
only then
what was once discarded
a welcome distraction
may guide the way
Day 3438, seen.
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If you look inside
you will see
what’s seen
outside
Day 3436, what is left.
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I only see up close
the discarded cup
it once cleansed my thirst
though not this one
someone else voted
to throw it away
I just recognize
what is left
Day 3434, just after.
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I will leave instructions
but not where you can find them
a massage received
just after you arrive in this world
Day 3433, I say.
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The buildings of society are falling over
says the alarmist
with binoculars in its hands
I say
we need more nearsightedness
Nochrisis 