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I reminisced in a silence made for reminiscing. 29
The past does not return, it runs along the present.A mask on its face. 34
scythes sharpened, let's fling ourselves at their feet! 38
'I am other than I would have been had I known myself before I was born 40
In the evening tell yourself something to keep yourself awake all night. 56
When the tree fell, I found a book in its trunk. We examined the trunk like a doctor would a wound 68
Let the solitude teach it 72
The storm left legible words written in the clouds, and then an entire hand, as if human 73
Even his eyes are eternal 76
The road was long, rolling away from me, and right when I was about to catch it by the coat, it disappeared over the horizon. 81
Time trickled like water 95
A song from my own lips will awaken me from a dream. 109
Do not stay put lest you lose the gift of being a child. Where you put down roots, you become an adult with all their cares and worries, all their fears, all their blindness and deafness. Wander the world from place to place in the joy of gaining knowledge. 117
-In the Diary, they come and they go, creatures of folklore and myth and humans alike.
The strange is a daily occurrence and the mundane rests gently by its side.
The natural does as it needs to and abides by its own rhythm, by certain set of rules and laws and motion.
The near silent whispering of words brings about unicorns.
Stars and words become one and the same. Each in their own way making an impression and disappearing into the night sky.
The past does not return, it runs along the present.A mask on its face. 34
scythes sharpened, let's fling ourselves at their feet! 38
'I am other than I would have been had I known myself before I was born 40
In the evening tell yourself something to keep yourself awake all night. 56
When the tree fell, I found a book in its trunk. We examined the trunk like a doctor would a wound 68
Let the solitude teach it 72
The storm left legible words written in the clouds, and then an entire hand, as if human 73
Even his eyes are eternal 76
The road was long, rolling away from me, and right when I was about to catch it by the coat, it disappeared over the horizon. 81
Time trickled like water 95
A song from my own lips will awaken me from a dream. 109
Do not stay put lest you lose the gift of being a child. Where you put down roots, you become an adult with all their cares and worries, all their fears, all their blindness and deafness. Wander the world from place to place in the joy of gaining knowledge. 117
-In the Diary, they come and they go, creatures of folklore and myth and humans alike.
The strange is a daily occurrence and the mundane rests gently by its side.
The natural does as it needs to and abides by its own rhythm, by certain set of rules and laws and motion.
The near silent whispering of words brings about unicorns.
Stars and words become one and the same. Each in their own way making an impression and disappearing into the night sky.
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