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i have made no sound all dayis it my turn today? still, the quiet has a pulse,the universe must hum where it is empty i stand there, caught in the brief breath,wondering what i should say,and the song finds me anyway remember this:even listening is an art,and art is mostly listening
i missed you quietly todaywithout disturbingthe birds with a wailor the table with a deep sighand the heavy fold of my arms i missed you noiselesslyno one even knewi said hi to some on the streetthey smiled backso did i i missed you todaywithout a wordor a single soundbut i’ll admit that sometimesthere in the … Continue reading
what was the problem?maybe,i did not ask enough things likedo you like milk chocolate more than whitehow about 95% dark what is your favourite type of treehow many sunsets have you seenis there a song that reminds you of childhood do you still think about mewait noare you thinking about anyone elsewait nowhat do you … Continue reading
life must be livedforwardbut learntbackwards each lesson is this:you have enough timeyou have enough timeyou have enough time get started there will be nothing betterthan the untimed life livedas more than enough
to make it in this worldit is not complicated you need no morethan a little bit of lightand a cat and if you are foreverdoomed to the dark then a light cat will do
scissors small birds on my headeach cut a lesson in letting gomy mother still snips my hairdespite the years of years she hums a song from my childhoodi cannot recallshe says i would look better blonder soon she will stoplater,she will never cut my hair again how will my mane look thenwhere will the ends … Continue reading
it is true that everythingis terrible but look howthe cup holds the tealisten to how loudthe laughter can beand know that somewhereand someplacedespite the darknessand worst oddsa seed has opened undergroundalready blindly searching for the light the only truly terrible thingis to forgetthat these small miraclesare a part of everything too
what if i one day askedyouto tell meabout everythingthat is worth being lovedin this world how much timeand how many thingswould pass beforeyou told me aboutyou
how many times has the world endedonly to begin againnext morning it is all so simple:you must live this lifeeven if it kills you resolve nothing elseno matter the year sit in sunlight a little longerhold a hand in your handand do not, i pray,wait for morning it will always comeit will always all begin … Continue reading
have you thought of the seedsyou planted as a child how large the trees have becomehow heavy you cannot carry all the things with youas you grow you must learn to fill your lungs with what was left behind
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