A star died.
Billions of years ago.
A small speck of light in the sky.
Nothing to see.
Oh, I am so tired.
Let me turn on the TV…
Category: Dasein
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Through the mist
Seeing through the mist.
Adapting.
Listening through the speechless forest trees.
Feeling the cosmos. Being in sync with existence.
Alive. Walking.
How can Earth not move under your feet?
Video games. Zoom meetings. Seeing so many things. But not seeing that the light cannot be reflected on the bright screen.
Shhh…
The stars cannot see you now…
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Longing for the night…
We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
Poetic Philosophy 