Longing for warmth she left
leaving behind
falen over
where she parked
Day 2449, cold.
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Day 2448, notoriety.
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I made some announcements in my life and they were all taken but I’m not sure how
Day 2445, bedrock.
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Day 2444, concrete.
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Today I wanted to do something different. I took a random number generator and let it choose 3 old posts. The idea was to combine the three pictures and the three poems, or how you might call them. This is a photoshopped picture and a merger of three poems from Day 876, 1524, and 1580. The rule I set for myself for both the picture and the poems was not to add things; taking away was ok and reusing to. And before I forget it, these poems have nothing to do with where I am now, they are just experiences that have somehow carved there tracks in me and my past.
Some of my lines woke me in my dream a massive leaving my concrete structure its weight it seems to hover pressed in bed mid-air I am just just leaving you
Day 2443, misty.
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They say we can all climb the ladder to get closer to the top to be alone maybe if you are inside but the towers grow your ladder fails and the mist they reach engulfs gets thicker and thus from the outside you can no longer see the top from the top you can not see no longer the bottom
Day 2442, feeling the end.
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Waiting for death is like reading a book wherein the story never seems to end but you feel the book getting heavier on one side
Day 2441, capture today.
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What you create today
that captures today
has the potential to be admired
in two hundred years
Day 2439, parent.
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I still remember running to the last tree on the street it was the autumn of my youth still young I saw no other trees then these lining the street not far from where you were
Day 2438, standing still.
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Standing on your pedestal acting your wisdom believable the mirror at night alone avoided
Day 2437, Existentialism.
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We get born empty slowly filed by what overflows in others and then we see one day ourselves imagined in our mind
Day 2436, special moments.
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In life we sometimes follow someone
while they were following us
that is not so special
the moment you find out
that is special
Day 2435, look.
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I just heard that they say that we are all different whereafter I thought yeah but there is still more of the same in all of us
Day 2434, in my fantasy.
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Memories sometimes rush into me carried by a smell a glance a word today one rushed forwards helped by a movement an old tool I saw its movement I remember it it was from the days when I played played on the floor fantasy worlds with plastic toys I saw it there it was in my mind I do remember when I think about it I have many memories of things things that happened in my fantasy maybe I spend most of my time there I don’t remember
Day 2433, point in the distance.
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One of my memories from when I was young was that I liked to go to the last wagon on the train and look through the window at the track passing by from underneath my feet and seeing it disappear in the distance on the rhythm of all the sounds like the track history seems to end also in a point far way but in silence
Day 2431, we.
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In light of the moon and earths tilt we think
Day 2429, close.
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You hold me close with your sharp claws and I love you for it even the closeness
Nochrisis 