I can show you my inside
but only the parts
that enjoy
the sunshine
the rest I
don’t even know
Day 3812, the rest.
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Day 3811, my.
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My roots
are underwater
Day 3810, too.
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Only when I look
beside me
I realize that I am going
too fast
Day 3809, slow.
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I am exploding
in slow motion
Day 3808, the one.
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I often feel
fallen apart
luckily
my outside isn’t
says the one
who never comes outside
Day 3807, you will see.
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Life is like a painting
a scenery of sorts
but don’t come closer to inspect
the details of what you see
all you will see are strokes
first thoughts
building blocks
outlines
at best
Day 3806, you just.
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Sometimes you just get happy
from something
that you know
will soon
be gone
is that not remarkable
Day 3805, daily.
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I suspect
that I am the only one
who watches the show
that I perform
on a daily
basis
Day 3803, R.I.P.
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Repost from day 3175.
I sometimes wonder
out loud
inside
are memories not better
then what is happening now
is life not best viewed in hindsight
is even the best experience not consumed
by the one just following
and following
lost in the moment
leftovers in memory
is the completion
the memory of the rush
cooled down
not better
can it not be remembered over and over
like a picture on the wall
but I was wondering
when is enough
enough
are 10 good memories not enough
or 50
a 100
a 1000
?
Something else… I have written to my memory that from now on, the only good thing coming from America is Dolly Parton; the rest is just bullshit…well OK, that expression is also something of value left over from what was once called the land of the free.
Day 3802, for all.
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There is something about this door
that is not inviting
I wish that were the case
for all the doors
I didn’t open
Day 3801, at the table.
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We all sit at the table
it feeds us
it feels us
it gives us
it’s where we decide
the words we use
to say
nothing
Day 3799, if there are.
Daily picture, Poetry
I check every now
and then
if there are any remains
hanging
on my thorns
just
to prepare
Day 3798, and down.
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I believe I fly
while I feel
hanging in the middle
of going up
and down
Day 3797, I know.
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I follow you
and I know
to nowhere
Day 3796, drop.
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Is this the last drop
of what is left over
or the first drop
of what is coming
only history will tell
Day 3795, I know.
Daily picture, Poetry
I know you will open up
but it is easy to give up on you
looking so cold and closed
and majestic