How can we think so much,
if initially we thought of nothing?
How can we adore knowing more,
if in the beginning we knew nothing at all?
Are we God?
If not, who tricked us into being so alone?
Category: Emotions
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Flying home…
Waiting in the airport
Listening to announcements
Of flights I have taken in the past
Of flights I will take in the future
Planes taking off full of hope
Planes landing with shattered dreams
Passengers waiting to leave
Lovers going to meet
An old man
Once young
He has travelled everywhere
But he will die here
Listening to the airplane above
Flying home…
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Why do you cry?
Weird.
How can one see what sees?
How can we envision visions?
Could the light ever imagine light?
Could the wise know wisdom?
Can you look at the world around you?
(No living thing can ever know what we do not see)
All is dead.
A dark secret lurks in the beauty of the sea.
Whenever I cried, it was for things that were totally unknown to me…
