I wait forever
with never-ending pressure
just dreaming of it
Day 3361, I wait.
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Day 3360, difference.
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There is much the same
and equally different
but it makes no choice
Day 3359, right.
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It's apart of me
that I can't see in myself
confusingly right
Day 3358, to see.
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Through my windows home
the internal is on show
to see a light switch
Day 3357, some shade.
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Attached by a thread
when passing yourself upwards
in fear of some shade
Day 3356, contrasting.
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I lean against a
there where light meets my darkness
the contrast blinding
Day 3355, my own.
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Glancing behind glass
wondering who's standing still
my own pedestal
Day 3354, the other side.
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I cross over to
a small slice of daily life
barren as always
Day 3353, red line.
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Looking excellent
but don't invite the ruler
ignorance makes right
Day 3352, waiting.
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Middle of the street
almost waiting for the hit
it's early quiet
Day 3351, load.
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Different angles
But we need one another
lifting and purpose
Day 3350, looking up.
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The future does seems
smaller the further away
complexity shrinks
Day 3349, sitting.
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The curtain is down
the performer ties his shoes
the reflection waits
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
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