Writing.
Working.
No time for writing.
This is my poetry of today.
Silence
Full of all those things that I will never say…
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Illusions. Shadows. Light…
Brain constantly changing.
Us constantly changing.
Based on what? Who is the “self”? Who are you?
We are all shadows in a cosmic dance of nothingness.
Trying to figure out where the light comes from.
Trying to understand what we see.
Only because we believe that we see.
Only because we cannot accept we are darkness.
Nothing is organized.
There is no self. But the illusion of self.
In a cosmos full of light.
Only darkness can be the father of us all…
[universe, illusion, darkness, cosmos]
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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 