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We are insects in the space in-between, we must endure.

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A new day beckons

Today is different from the rest

Does the rain wash over the pain?

or is it stained in the fabric of our soil.

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A new cliche//The object cause of desire

Think of trying out surfing as a counteractive approach to reality in order to escape this field of immersion in which our existence is caught…

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I can only find rest
on the fleeting billows
& dream of wilting willows.

Ephemeral – Lasting only a day

“Ephemereality “- A beautiful moment experienced

in real time

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The Bluebell

Shed my old skin to make room for the new,
for new things there.

We can always strive for something
It will only make us better.

What if a miracle is what’s on the other side of a

nightmare?

“I was always paranoid
too much noise in my head
feeling overlooked & undercut
see there’s a lot going on in the world
somehow I’d taken in on by myself
felt like it was me and only me
but how could it be when I see you”