The damage is done from the inside
with a rhythm
one I can only feel resonating
a different note
every time
with no melody
to listen to
for you
outside
Day 3302, damage.
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Day 3300, I imagine.
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I don’t dare to get close to the window
it’s for what I don’t see inside
what makes me afraid
I keep staring
but now just at the window
a substitute
fascinating on its own
and I imagine
representing you
inside
Do I even have to come closer?
Day 3296, it was.
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It was left behind
an unfinished story
you walked away from
and now
in your hindsight
you still don’t understand
where it was going
It gets left behind
an unfinished story
you walked away from
and now
…
Day 3295, ether way.
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I don’t know if I support you all
or that you support me
ether way
we are all where we are
supposed to be
Day 3294, sometimes.
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Sometimes I get the urge
to turn it
and see what happens
Day 3293, a single piece.
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The spiral stairs you take
up or down
is made of a thousand
individual pieces
and though you put it there
you haven’t made a single piece
of it
Day 3292, more light.
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I have the feeling that between the light side
and the dark side
there is more light
but maybe I am wrong
I just don’t remember
that it was dark in between
and that is something you normally do remember
Day 3290, out of bed.
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My whole house started tilting
but I didn’t roll out of bed
it wasn’t a dream
my eyes were open
staring at a ceiling
disorientated
the tilt went on
the other way
the remedy I knew
if this needed healing
was to get up
and so I did
Day 3289, stop.
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Out of necessity our houses are square boxes
it reflects the corners where our thoughts stop
if only we had round houses
Day 3288, open mind.
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They say fresh air is good for the mind
it removes the dust settled on your thoughts
you can see again how it once shone
and recognize
where you once were
but do make sure
you know your fresh air
that it is not coming from another
inside
but an open mind
Day 3287, first step.
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Even though the door you stand for
is held up by heavy hinges
you are afraid
you can’t open it
if only the door had a window
so you know
your first steps can be taken
safely
so your choice
can slowly surround you
Day 3286, forgotten angles.
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Your roots grow into your crown
the life you wear so proudly
or not
but when you reflect
the shadows on a white wall
all the roads you have traveled
the dead ends with their views
you can only hope
there are no windows
from dark rooms
reflecting angles
you forgot
Day 3285, Is there only.
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Consciousness
one of those words that gets a meaning
when spoken in a sentence
I am conscious of that
Is there only consciousness
when in relation to something else?
Day 3283, that we feel.
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I feel like I walk in nature
between these old
abandoned buildings
is the absence of people
the cause
that we feel nature
Day 3282, an uplifting speech.
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Your life might be monotonous
and it probably is
but in a quiet moment
looking over it
you might still see some slight
changes
of a grayish white hue
Day 3281, signs.
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Some signs say it all
otherwise some translation might help
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