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…
Tag: poetic
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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?
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(Free?) happiness…
Sitting by the river.
Letting the wind whisper songs from far away.
Doing nothing.
No analysis. No plans. No action.
Just acceptance. Thinking of nothing.
No hate. No love. No enviousness.
Just acceptance.
Of yourself. Of others.
Of the cosmos itself.
Happiness does seem to come for free.
(Are you willing to die?)
What could be more expensive than that?
Poetic Philosophy 