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The best of what I ever got was a steal

This is of course not a headline made up by me. It is a movie, where I spend my time with the rest of the world. To teach the world the energy which the art moves in. Well, that I made up.

The thought is if you get past first impressions. In this case, the headline. When some people can not but overall make themselves stand out when the best would be to blend in?

It is not really about first impressions, but more about changes in their heart. To never be the changes seen.

I stand here with my heart on the sleeve and it’s really not my heart. My impression is nevertheless

Today might be my day

For knowing it too well and do the world in for it. Not for the good and not for the bad, just that it never aligns to be what it is.

It is up to you what you see or maybe not but anyway ― when something becomes important enough. We might consider changing what we see.

This is a poem I was gonna make and not a text per se, but a poem to seek the light of day, by the recognition I guess. However, wherever in the process of life, we can find the light and a place for it to be.

We can even call it space-time, but it needs the earth to become real.

Time can and will get in the way as time and earth alone are nothing or everything. It is up to us to find it from within ourselves or in something else. Seek what we can find and add divine sunshine where darkness holds the key.

For me (it’s not for me ― it’s the headline, the feeling)

I was standing on the

stairs

Where eternity had laid it out

for me

In a box from around the world and then I returned

The years had went

and as eternity returned

to make me see

further ahead

Then the darkness to be in my

way

To see the light

from within

and keep it this time?

The awkwardness of

never fitting in

but still do

because the light to see

beyond

circumstance

for us

For someone else to begin

but keep it because it will always be the same

Lost or found

light or dark on a personal ground

Because it itself

believes

not in what it feels

But sees to keep it for the real

light is gone

eternal feel

the essence we are

lost or found

not to be

But I hope that it is what you do to be real

and you know

When the darkness comes with the way of the world

just to feel

it’s never who you are, life

but who we are

From: ‟Reasons enough to hate the worlds we die-in

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