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perhaps the onlything to dois to do everythingto not be undoneby all the nothingthat isn’tyoudoingyou
i have met thosewho made me not worrywhere it al lwentwho kiss like leavesbeginning to budwho held meuntil all the thoughts trickled outwho taught mehow to actually say my name kacper kacper kacperlisten to your voicedoes it still soundlike love
there is no way the way becomes the way and eventuallythe only wayaway from whatonce weighed you downwith what there isbut mostlyisn’t there
the worst place to be in is the same placeas last year when you saidthat this year couldn’t getany worse
give me a momenti may have gotten rustyleft outside so long know i am not made for nightmaresknow i don’t believe in ghostsbut i am possessed by wild hopeand a yearning to not be haunted by wilder dreams did i hear you say my namein your sleepi could’ve sworn your breathingmatched mine it is the … Continue reading
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
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