Before darkness the sky colors her goodbye and even obscured in a reflection the message is clear color the day
Day 2453, colors.
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Day 2452, for me.
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I am still part of this cold world but the river that moves us all has put herself between me and what for me is the rest of that world
Day 2451, never…what?
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These colorful sunsets are never captured the way you feel and I never take the time to do that
Day 2450, if you.
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The expression on a face means nothing if you look back at it
Day 2449, where are you.
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I look up to find where you live you said I would recognize your window but they all look the same I wonder if you were someone else for me than that you are now I look again who are you in one of those window
Day 2449, cold.
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Longing for warmth she left
leaving behind
falen over
where she parked
Day 2448, notoriety.
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I made some announcements in my life and they were all taken but I’m not sure how
Day 2446, grey?
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Beyond good and evil
213. It is difficult to learn what a philosopher is, because it cannot be taught: you have to “know” by experience, – or you should be proud that you do not know it at all. But nowadays everyone talks about things that they cannot experience, and most especially (and most terribly) when it comes to philosophers and philosophical matters. Hardly anyone knows about them or is allowed to know, and all popular opinions about them are false. So, for instance, the genuinely philosophical compatibility between a bold and lively spirituality that runs along at a presto, and a dialectical rigor and necessity that does not take a single false step – this is an experience most thinkers and scholars would find unfamiliar and, if someone were to mention it, unbelievable. They think of every necessity as a need, a painstaking having-to-follow and being-forced; and they consider thinking itself as something slow and sluggish, almost a toil and often enough “worth the sweat of the noble.” Not in their wildest dreams would they think of it as light, divine, and closely related to dance and high spirits! “Thinking” and “treating an issue seriously,” “with gravity” – these belong together, according to most thinkers and scholars: that is the only way they have “experienced” it –…
Day 2445, bedrock.
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Day 2444, concrete.
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Today I wanted to do something different. I took a random number generator and let it choose 3 old posts. The idea was to combine the three pictures and the three poems, or how you might call them. This is a photoshopped picture and a merger of three poems from Day 876, 1524, and 1580. The rule I set for myself for both the picture and the poems was not to add things; taking away was ok and reusing to. And before I forget it, these poems have nothing to do with where I am now, they are just experiences that have somehow carved there tracks in me and my past.
Some of my lines woke me in my dream a massive leaving my concrete structure its weight it seems to hover pressed in bed mid-air I am just just leaving you
Day 2443, misty.
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They say we can all climb the ladder to get closer to the top to be alone maybe if you are inside but the towers grow your ladder fails and the mist they reach engulfs gets thicker and thus from the outside you can no longer see the top from the top you can not see no longer the bottom
Day 2442, feeling the end.
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Waiting for death is like reading a book wherein the story never seems to end but you feel the book getting heavier on one side
Day 2441, capture today.
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What you create today
that captures today
has the potential to be admired
in two hundred years
Day 2439, parent.
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I still remember running to the last tree on the street it was the autumn of my youth still young I saw no other trees then these lining the street not far from where you were
Day 2438, standing still.
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Standing on your pedestal acting your wisdom believable the mirror at night alone avoided
Day 2437, Existentialism.
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We get born empty slowly filed by what overflows in others and then we see one day ourselves imagined in our mind
Nochrisis 