The curtain is down
the performer ties his shoes
the reflection waits
Day 3349, sitting.
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Day 3348, impress.
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I lean against walls
made out of many patterns
please do impress me
Day 3347, I turn.
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To close one window
but don't know the other rooms
I turn of the light
Day 3347, small.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human
The Wanderer and has Shadow
51 The ability to be small. – One has still to be as close to the flowers, the grass and the butterflies as is a child, who is not so very much bigger than they are. We adults, on the other hand, have grown up high above them and have to condescend to them; I believe the grass hates us when we confess our love for it. – He who wants to partake of all good things must know how to be small at times
Day 3346, look around.
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The ordinary
everywhere you look around
first introspection
Day 3345, barely.
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I left you behind
running towards a loud call
a cup barely full
Day 3344, bright light.
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Confused reflection
answers lost in memory
turn off the bright light
Day 3343, they do.
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You hit a ceiling
it turns out to be the floor
confusions do rhyme
Day 3342, yellow.
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I forgot something
because I threw it away
landing upside down
Day 3341, one wall.
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From closing my eyes
dark forests appear to me
a crownless darkness
Day 3340, the side.
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A red wall black line
divided unequal parts
decide you are on
Day 3339, they are.
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I love tall windows
they are raising the ceiling
a kite catches me
Day 3338, is now.
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In a bright grey world
happiness is now for sale
deflating balloons
Day 3337, it seems.
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I am hanging here
but not by a thread it seems
a wishful hanging?
Day 3336, for I.
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I do have no end
but you can let me go
for I am rusty
Day 3335, cut off.
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The storm pushes back
it feels out of rage to me
but I am cut off
Nochrisis 