Day 1297, thoughts.

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Its the dirt road

at my house

in the morning

that I drive



where they stare

at me

each day


if I stop

to look closer

they run



like sheep

Day 1141, of our time.

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Three hinges

hold the door

of our time


in place


from standing still

you take a step

from an empty mind

you get a thought

from nothing

you see beauty


Day 1089, my room.

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I was cooking the other day

and sorrows where thinking for me,

between the damp and smoke.

It’s a mess, said my room

up there, in my thoughts

where I stare at the walls.


What does my cat dream.


I am listening to eighties music on YouTube and was thinking about my nostalgic period of the month. I guess because I was a teenager back then that that’s why I love that music so mush, even the song I didn’t like back then.

You are so mush emptier when you’re young that every sip of life makes a deeper impression then they do now, when you are older, and you are full…almost full.

When I go to bed I often hope to dream about those days, maybe my cat is doing that now.

This is the music list i played: 80 hits





Day 1027, remorse.

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Symmetry of thoughts

when a lie evolves

a past dissolves

what is left disperse

dried up remorse



Symmetrie van gedachten
wanneer een leugen evolueert
een verleden op lost
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verdroogde wroeging

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