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Fade to Grey
At the end of understanding, there’s always more to explore. Even when I believe I’ve reached the peak, something greater awaits. There might always be more to discover. When I feel convinced, it often transforms into something even better. Each…
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Just Be Good to Me
Sitting quietly, space begins to open. Not the space of rooms or distances, but something less confined. It spreads without spreading, expands without expanding. How curious that boundlessness could feel so natural. But even this vastness seems somehow… limited? There’s…
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Maybe I’m Just Too Demanding
I let myself sink. Not in sadness, no—more like how a pebble might settle into the soft sand at the bottom of a clear pool. There’s such gentleness in allowing this, in not needing to float or swim or struggle…
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We Ain’t Here to Hurt Nobody
Quite often, I think I need to hold on tighter and keep more for myself. But when I actually share freely, it feels natural—like that’s what resources are for. Still, it’s not about depleting myself completely. When I try to…
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If You Could Read My Mind
Well, I think I’ve figured it out this time—my motivations, my patterns, my complete tale. But have I? The moment I try to pin down what’s really driving me, it slips away. Like trying to catch my own shadow, I…
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You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin
That was such a special event, and it came out of nowhere. I could not see it arise, but it overwhelmed me. It was not just joy; it was a complete connection to everything. All the doubt and rejection were…
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Come Out of Things Unsaid
Okay, so what was my opinion after all? Did someone ask me? Did I ask myself? I have already forgotten what made me start having this thought, but somehow, I am too fascinated by it, and it seems to be…
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And so I’ve Got to Push On Through
I have seen that before, and I will see something similar again. But what do I see? Oh, it would be so easy to turn this into another story that I can tell myself and others. But certainly, this doesn’t…
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Where Is the Life That I Recognize?
Every day, I remember the stories I told myself. Some were quite entertaining, some silly, some irrelevant, and some very difficult. But many moments had their value even though they challenged me more than I would have preferred. That doesn’t…
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With the Birds, I’ll Share This Lonely Viewing
The visitors left, and I am here on my own another time. Somehow, a faint imprint of their presence remains. Do I want to keep it? I likely will not see it the moment I forget it. Do I want…
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Sometimes, I long to stay and not leave again. And I even think that would be possible just by telling myself I want that. Holding my position against change and surprise. But who am I to observe this matter…
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