I live here only with pigeons in a building everyone abandoned and which even I am abandoning to walk now through the innards of apartments and observe fingerprints of former neighbors on broken furniture in the morning I go onto the balcony among shingles and bird droppings such is my life blurred windows to the
I walk my naked body through huge rooms warmed and displayed to mirrors and glasses and no stranger has occupied it I breathe on the paws of my tigers and wolves they have fallen asleep and don’t tempt me away an assigned role stays outside the door I am overgrown with Klimt, Mucha and daisies
-how sad must be those lakes- perhaps a few leaves would be falling out of our loneliness perhaps our hands are like water lily we greet each other in the autumn while sensing the smell of departure of those lakes of sadness we would not hear anymore the festivities of the bay windows even we
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so what happens if I drop my face down and if I place those thin bracelets on my wrists. as I was looking for the evil eye in the glass broken out of the blue your overthrowing a whole cabinet on me, and seating girls on me with your having me to suffer all the
I am not running from actuality. Reality is my home. I’m making sense of tomorrow… I’m waiting prepared. Pragmatically, I’m in a dialogue with happiness. I’m not bothered by insecurity… you are the most wanted goal. My head is not in the clouds… I’m standing on a pavement of my town. I’m resigning from grand
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A lack of a system is all very well, Mr. Nietzsche (and so damned honest – no doubt about it – since the mind is such a muddle and the uttered thoughts are weapons – sharp, inadequate) but was all that perhaps merely an excuse so that others could do the dirty work? For nothing
bright hot passionate curious a world of attraction and destruction the fire we feel in our palms the star guides us a silent compass in our chests
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coursing surging secretive an entire ecosystem a world of division and unification islands of flickering light the sea cleanses us from within leaving salt beneath our eyelids
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deep dark delicate mysterious a world we can never wear steal or see the night warms us from within when we are sad or tired
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I am the left-handed state of love my right side walks towards mountains whereas my left side runs towards bullets and crawls to the cloudy feelings when it comes to love I do have impassible concerns in the march of customs of love still one of my beliefs is right, and the other one is
