Tag: thoughts
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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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[83] Nana Rosy
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In the darkness, I see the truth. Not the darkness that resembles a vignette but an utter darkness that engulfs you in its void. It resembles the night sky and the truth illuminates like the moon, but sometimes it is like a blink and miss when the lightning strikes. Then you wait for the lightning…
Smoke words every day. 