The bridge home over a fjord seen from the waterside it moves me even more after all these years to the other side
Day 2519,
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Day 2518, These words have nothing to do with the picture.
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Stupidity is man's downfall and its savior
Day 2517, strange.
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I found this house dreaming inside standing on a slope on the same hill where I grew up I walked towards curious to find an empty barn wondering what all of this meant I walked on searching for what I hoped was still my old house
Day 2516, a slow turn.
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From the bridge that I am crossing I look forwards not realizing that I look back
Day 2513, for a.
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If you are lucky you might stand still and look at the world for a long time after your summer
Day 2512 each part.
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Each part of you tells me how you feel except your mind
Day 2511, remember.
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Do you remember all the windows
you looked through
in your life?
Day 2510, deal.
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Maybe my other hand
is not the dirty hand I deal
Day 2509, art?
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Art is nothing without our joy and interpretation it is just paint on a canvas or a shape in a form
Day 2508, adventure.
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At night in my dream I glow underwater feeling the world an adventure but all along the morning holds me tight waking me up in a sudden pull I only remember the goodbye
Day 2505, idle.
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We opened our eyes to the world from where we crashed with clipped wings staring at the chasm we try to scale in vain
Thrownness (German: Geworfenheit) is a concept introduced by German philosopher Martin Heidegger (1889–1976) to describe humans’ individual existences as being ‘thrown’ (geworfen) into the world in the sense of its having been born into a specific family in a particular culture at a given moment of human history. See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thrownness
Day 2504, leftover.
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Your barbwire handmade wound by wound keeps me out you in a leftover from when the animals grazed on your fields
Day 2503, sometimes.
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Sometimes you are pregnant of an idea
and than
a smaller version of you comes out
Day 2502, life out of focus.
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Life from start to end is complete like a circle with no end or beginning but for us looking at only parts of what we see the sliver that makes sense the blur we somehow embrace that life is a mystery but only because we can say it is
Day 2501, open.
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Some people are so focused on the lock that they don’t realize that the door is open
Day 2499, bars.
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The bars that I see in the shadow though fleeting in the dark have kept me inside for as long as I know I try to grab them like the ones I am holding now but they are not there to grab they are not there and that’s why I can’t brake them
Nochrisis 