From old fallen leaves a dark stream originates guiding a way down
Day 2756, a way down.
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Day 2755, this one.
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I disconnected while untying this one knot holding everything
Day 2754, something.
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I stick my hand out a thousand fingers try to touch something lighter
Day 2753, a sign.
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From a nothing comes an expending thoughtless thought waiting for a sign
Day 2752, not always.
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The tension I feel now is played in the future.
We just fear the echo of what has not happened yet.
I like writing these cryptic poems or lines. It is full of meaning for me and holds little meaning for others. I like it because it condenses my thoughts, and the best part is: that maybe I still know what it once meant to me in a future reading, something that does not always happen.
Day 2751, are you sure?
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A winter descended, and from nothing, ice appeared. From nothing, you say?
Day 2750, balance.
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My dark and light side rest in balance against me at least I hope so
Day 2749, somewhere.
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A lonely island where imagination lives dark and secluded
Day 2748, free.
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See! Two horizons. A sunset at their crosspoint. The road is now free.
Day 2746, with.
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The past changes
with the mood I play
with yesterday
Day 2745, alone.
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Day 2743, am I.
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Am I so emotional because I am tired or am I tired because I am so emotional
Day 2742, attitude.
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A dark attitude nothing to unexpected only one white piece
Day 2740, proud.
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Are you a vessel that's drifting on time and tide without a proud name
Day 2739, almost in silence.
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Something seems to be moving around and forwards almost in silence
Day 2737, almost.
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It is underneath me where I have almost touched that what separates
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