I sometimes read the temperature of a room wrong so I say but I know I never looked at the damn thermometer
Day 2497, wrong.
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Day 2497, to the?
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Is it luck that a branch
of a tree
grows
to where the sun is
Day 2496, the outside.
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I wish I had such a nice
and round
filter
Day 2495, almost.
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The weather was nice today
the world almost seemed real
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
Lao Tzu
Day 2493, mystery.
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I stand here carrying what never will be mine you you who I never know you give me power but not for me you don’t even know and not because it disappears in the darkness
Day 2492, the snow was.
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The snow was falling in front of a dark background the contrast pronounced the snow was melting on my skin now looking up I enjoyed it even more like you do in those few first seconds the snow came down alone but together they fell landing on a dark soil were only the first
Day 2491, this house.
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This house was empty empty for a long time the outside leaked through the cracks the doors never used stuck only the dark attic gave me alone to be with myself
Day 2489, stronger.
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I feel stronger than my father succeeding him on his way down I met him in my nightmare all those years ago it is not his presence but his essence that haunts me besides me it is sad that I never met him as a child maybe we could have been friends
Day 2488,
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An old painting
worn out
of a memory
not mine
but I have it
Day 2486, just enough.
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Through the early winter into the long night I survived by the grace of the place I ended hanging by a thread in just enough light for my dying conscious rotten corps the coming spring will never let me bloom again but that is just a fact
Day 2484, try.
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If you have to vent try to do it colorful
Day 2483,
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Somewhere hidden in the large door is a door a smaller door the smaller door has no function if the large door is open do you ever wander inside
Day 2482, don’t understand.
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I hear people say that the world is in a bad place
and then I feel so left out
no one has ever told me where the red line is
where the world is good on this side
and bad on the other
Is there an objective way to determine if we live in a bad time and that there were good times in the past? There are bad things that we can agree on; if you have two answers right from the ten questions they asked you, you did poorly, but you can’t say that that pizza is bad because you didn’t like the taste, someone else might love it. There are, of course, exceptions, a pizza with a layer of sand is probably universally bad, and Hitler also falls in that category but if you talk about Trump, for instance, is he universally bad? I personally don’t like what he does, but he has not murdered millions of people as Hitler did, and he is probably nice to his wife and children. He didn’t step out of the womb and thought: “now I gonna be an asshole.” His genes might have paved the way for that role, and his surroundings gave him little chance to adopt a more… cherishing role in life.
As far as I can see, people call each other evil because they use their own personal standards and not a more universal one. This is why I don’t understand why people say that we live in bad times. Compared to what? The past is gone, and we don’t know how those people felt, lived and thought especially if they could compare there lives with ours. We now live much healthier and have much more comfort than even 50 years ago, most of us would not last in those times, especially woman and minorities. There is no reason not to know that we humans are not so good at remembering the past, our own past or that of the country we live in.
Day 2481, names.
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Names and the people belonging to them there are billions of them all different but you still know most of them by their character
Day 2478, the other.
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It sometimes happens that it is complicated you only see one button to push but you already know what it does and the rest that is on display it's hard to understand even that little sign that urges you to read the manual
Day 2476, leftover.
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I dug deep to reach a place to take away where nothing no longer came out I looked upon the result a hole with besides it what's left excavated the beauty of what once was that hole
Nochrisis 