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[93] Radio That Whispers
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A broken frequency where you hear my thoughts unknowingly A radio that whispers So you listen closely only to this. These words I say they mean nothing until they reach where you stay until you choose to discard or let them be, just mere words that stray or welcome them into your mind to let…
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[92] The Man Who Knew Nothing
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The pressure that consistently thinking about something provides, drains us. It is a type of sickness that never leaves the over-thinker. To relieve ourselves of that pressure, we look for a solution, which is to think nothing. Your solution gives you another problem. To think nothing, you think of thinking nothing. But you didn’t brace…
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[91] Where are we?
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where are we again? no longer slowing down warping our sense of time passing by without us looking without us checking if its all worthwhile
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[90] A Writer of Sunset or Rain?
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A question comes back like an untimely rain. To be a writer that writes in this gloomy rain or the one that writes during a sunsets melancholy? The silence of a sunset, the vibrancy of its reflection sets you into a mood of sweet melancholy. A simmering disquiet. Even though the sun sets rather quickly,…
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[89] The Morning
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Mornings that slow down time, by letting in a light sunlight, are the best mornings. The sweet coolness while you lay enveloped in your blanket struggling to wake. The sudden rush of the light sunlight turning into a harsh one is the call for an end to the slow morning. Until that harshness hits your…
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[88] Curiosity Killed The Cat.
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so lost in knowing who I am that I never discovered who I could be could I be a sorted mess? could I be a simple obscurity? The potential is wasted on what there is A mess and an obscurity. The simple sorting of which lies in the future The silent cry of which lies…
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[87] Sense of Time
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She’s got a past that betrays future A mind so meticulous and a will so strong it turns waves back that form in my mind A walk so slow that you can’t help but notice that she limps a little, a battle scar She’s unlike anything any imitating her is almost a blasphemy but the…
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[86] Travel and Writing.
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To travel is losing oneself in an environment quite larger than you. You realise how small you are in the grand scheme of things. That you still have a long way to go and that your way is paved with unfamiliar faces racing past you in a whisker. To travel is to find no time…
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[85] Dying One Day At A Time
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to run away into the foggy future because the present is self-aware and reminds you of all that you aren’t of all that you couldn’t be. every day you walk into the fog with a fresh mind. the fog mistifies your lack of knowing your way and comforts you in the confused steps you take…
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[84] Holding Out Your Hand
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A monochromatic answer to my neon glow query A laugh that distils rebuke to my naive little worry Nothing really happened according to you while I was battling with gigantic spacecrafts filled with aliens from the galaxy of assumptions and suddenly The surroundings turned orange I walked passively beyond your magnetic repulsion and found myself…
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