Writing.
Working.
No time for writing.
This is my poetry of today.
Silence
Full of all those things that I will never say…
Tag: poetic
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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…
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Learning…
Learning.
New things.
Old things.
Things we have forgotten.
Things that we never could know that they would be.
Filling our minds with more things.
Day by day reaching…
What?
Reaching what?
Why did we ever start this journey?
Without knowing where we go.
Ignoring the only thing we did.
If knowledge is the journey.
Does that make ignorance our home sweet home?
Poetic Philosophy 