Day 982, our graveyard.

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Lost writings, their meaning

on an old machine,

a lost pride.

The last paint, final

it’s value, what’s left

at the end

it is character, that exists

written in awareness,

our graveyard.

Nochrisis

Day 763, dead leaf.

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A dead leaf with sky-blue

distorted honeycomb structures shaped with thoughtful fortuitous

deteriorated beauty before its demise.

Day 711, Goodbye.

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There you lay in nowhere land.

Between the sand and memories.

A stone to mark the time for now.

And in a stare, we’ll meet again.

Day 681, Rough landing.

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They say that we get new cells all the time, cells that replace the old ones. If you think about it, you might say that we are not the same person as the one we were a couple of years ago… literally.  This might explain why I am more scared in an airplane these days than I was before. Where I live now they have a tiny airport with tiny airplanes that fit a few dozen people. It’s on an island and it is almost always windy here so especially while landing, and the pilot tells you it’s going to be a rough landing, it is kind of nerve-wracking, the plane shakes and wobbles, seems to go sideways through the landing strip but finally smacks on the ground and roars its engines like it wants to shake of all its anger and comes to a safe stop. You don’t forget does landings and the only thing that keeps you seemingly cool is the knowledge that these planes landed thousands and thousands of times without accidents and that there is no reason that that statistic would change this time. But I never cared about these things before. As a marine I flew in helicopters dozens of times and I jumped out of tiny planes as a skydiver for a whole summer without fear. It’s just something I noticed lately, people say it’s because you are getting older, that you are closer to death and I guess its proximity supposed to scare you senseless. But I think It’s because I’m not the same person any more than when I jumped out of those airplanes 20 years ago, and that is probably literally true.

Today we had a nice landing.

 

Day 669, Enjoy the ride.

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We don’t know what time we arrive.

Most of us don’t mind, to float on time.

The closer we get, the faster it goes.

There is regret and we enjoy the ride.

Letter to a dying friend

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At the end of your life you look back.

We often think, as people, that life is endless. The days flow together, in a week, a month and before you know it, ten years. Looking at it like this, there seems to be no end and you take your time for granted. But the reality is, of course, very different. What is life more than a memory. You have an experience, process it with your biases, your colors, and archive it. Later you open the drawer with the memories in it and put on your glasses containing new life lessons, convictions, and experiences, and use them to look at those old times. That’s our life, colored memories, strung to each other like a web spun from old desires, dreams and stale air anchored to those sparse, valuable moments that make it all worthwhile. Life viewed like this is a construction and time plays a small role in it. This web is two dimensional, seen from the side it’s a few moments thick. All these ambiguous memories and old stories are not as important as those lasting once. Those lasting moments often fit in a few beats of your heart, so in the time you have left, you can still fit, worth a lifetime of new valuable ones.

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