This space holds small shoots from the present moment, each now a part of my evolving past. It's a journal of unfiltered thoughts and whispered poems, where my ideas, observations, and feelings freely find their voice. I'm sharing them just as they emerge from the quiet spaces within.
PD. New items are always added at the top
SOME DAYS
Some days I just exist.
Some days I just sleep.
Some days I just survive
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ONE OF THEM
When I see nature,
I see the past,
I see the present,
and I see the future.
I walk where those before me did,
I see what those before me saw,
I smell what those before me smelt.
I do these things in the present,
and I acknowledge that at some time,
I will become one of those,
those who were here before.
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LOOSING MY MIND
There were people before me,
people who saw it all, and nothing at all,
who felt everything, and nothing at all.
There will be people after me,
people who will see all, and nothing at all,
who will feel everything, and nothing at all.
And here I am,
seeing it all and nothing at all,
feeling everything and nothing at all.
I am only sure of my existence,
but not of the existence of anything at all.
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LAUNDRY PILE
Time is running faster than my laundry pile.
I blink, and the pile gets bigger.
I blink again, and only half was done.
Time is running fast,
and my laundry pile
runs faster than me.
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UNTITLED
I can see,
through my eyes,
all the planets,
all the stars,
all the nature,
all the existence,
I can see everything,
everything that might exist
only in my mind.
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FROM MY MIND
Sometimes I feel trapped,
and I can't escape,
is not that I want to,
but sometimes I feel like I need to.
My mind gets faster,
it goes faster than time,
faster than space,
and faster than me.
I love it,
and I hate too.
I want to escape,
I want to feel free
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OPEN EYES
When I close my eyes,
I can feel the call,
the call to wake up,
to raise what's inside me.
When I close my eyes,
I can see our history,
I can feel our existence,
I can sense the future.
When I close my eyes,
they get wide open,
they allow me to see things
that I can't see with open eyes
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THE PLACE
There's a little place,
where I like to be,
a little place,
that I'm familiar with.
It is a place,
that makes me feel warm,
that makes me feel love,
that makes me feel...
That place is in me...
that place IS ME.
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ORANGE
There was a flower,
sitting alone in the living room,
her beauty made the room look pretty,
and filled with power.
Her colour was orange,
like the sun, like the fruit,
like the morning and the sunsets
that I love to see.
There was a flower,
and now it's gone,
I'm just hoping that next spring,
a new flower will bloom.
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PATIENCE
I need to sit down and let time pass by,
I need to sit down and observe my outside,
sometimes my inner voice gets messy,
and doesn't let me think clearly.
But when I sit down and observe time,
I become one within and without,
and suddenly, my mind slows down,
and quiets the noise.
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I DON'T WANT TO
I can't escape,
but I don't want to.
I can't stop,
but I don't want to.
That's how it feels,
that's what it is.
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UNTITLED 2
Everything feels chaotic,
everything feels non-sense,
everything feels like an illusion
that is about to become a nightmare.
Every time I close my eyes,
I see our future,
and it's not bright,
not even a future.
I feed my soul with the darkness,
but always wish from the heart,
that the chaos and the illusion
are only part of my mind.