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Thought

Which way is north, which way is south?

How do you get back home? Yet where is home? They say home is where the heart is, but who is the one that holds your heart? And now you are forever lost, blind in the forrest of waves.

Regret

Soon our world shall be filled with darkness and despair. I cannot help but wonder, what will become of our air. You see it becoming cloudy, soon to be drenched in the much, of our dark words and disgust. Your gods will not come save you. They abandoned you long ago, for new worlds they’ve created.

You reap just what you sow.

isolation vs solitude

Why are there words, when the moments are forever lasting. Every second of each day, I am in each moment in time.

It circles around me like a rollig dime, but dimes cannot roll forever, and one day it must end. But it will not be worthless.

My playhouse is underneath Our house, & I hear people telling each other secrets.

-Komunyakaa

“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier, simpler.”

-Nietzche

“I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living.�

-Rilke

Anticipation: “In drawing, the trace always proceeds in the night: it always escapes the field of vision.�

Calvino

Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours.

They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit, machines that admit of no appeal.

They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are the dancers of the celestial sphere, delicate acrobats in the softest and most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, amuse themselves with my blood, but someone should introduce them to me.

I want to know them closely, I want to know what to rely on. neruda

sublime “The beautiful, according to edmund burke, is what is well formed and aesthetically pleasing, wheras the sublime is what has the power to compel and destroy us

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