If you are lucky you might stand still and look at the world for a long time after your summer
Day 2513, for a.
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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 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 2507, an error.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Daybreak
Book I
32 The brake.- To suffer for the sake of morality and then to be told that this kind of suffering is founded on an error: this arouses indignation. For there is a unique consolation in affirming through one’s suffering a ‘profounder world of truth’ than any other world is, and one would much rather suffer and thereby feel oneself exalted above reality (through consciousness of having thus approached this ‘profounder world of truth’) than be without suffering but also without this feeling that one is exalted. It is thus pride, and the customary manner in which pride is gratified, which stands in the way of a new understanding of morality. What force, therefore, will have to be employed if this brake is to be removed? More pride? A new pride?
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
Day 2498, the point.
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When you hit it wrong but keep on going you will eventually bend the point you were making
Day 2497, wrong.
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I sometimes read the temperature of a room wrong so I say but I know I never looked at the damn thermometer
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
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