The feeling
Is clear and certain
If I die this evening
It is okey
The weather is warm
And the clouds are beautiful
I had my experience
Feeling so great a few moments
That is enough
I don’t need more
I don’t care for more
Maybe I am free
The feeling
Is clear and certain
If I die this evening
It is okey
The weather is warm
And the clouds are beautiful
I had my experience
Feeling so great a few moments
That is enough
I don’t need more
I don’t care for more
Maybe I am free
Realizing that change
Is inevitable
No return
Pain is the name
Of that game
Shame and fear
All the things are
Connected
Still isolated
Waking up is always painful
A meaningless
Interruption of the dream
Life is a form of suffering
Given to us
Not by a merciful God
But a punishment
For something unknown
Maybe we just happened
To be clay, available
To an almighty creator
Indifferent to us
Most of the time
A past time for an
All powerful force
Already bored
To late
To early
Tomorrow
Slowly the days passes
Into darkness
Sterile grey days in a northern
City of rational reasons
Limiting options and human sympathies
We live here as prisoners of Descartes
In the very city were he died
Every philosophy, every philosopher
Dies in this city at the end of the world
Only the frail memories remains
Forever frozen
Life is magic
And extremely
Boring at times
This is a small planet
Slowly we connect to
Each other all over
The Globe
Fragile and small, almost
On the verge of being overheated
We live in this corner of universe
And whatever happen to us
We have to be mindful of our
Limited options
Trying to get a manual
For a good and functional
Life, Outside my small and
Secluded world
They are ruling through fear
Not terror but fear of losing
What you have and
Being part of the losing
Angry majority
Standing on the street screaming
For bread and entertainment
Still I have to build a new small world
That is working and thriving
Like the Stoics, long gone and
Still very present
Desperate I want to find meaning
I travel round the world
But there is no meaning
None whatsoever
Just a grey sky
The prevention of harm
Asymmetry of value
The absence of existence
Absent pleasure
Extinction in the bed
The End
the world turns on a word
How to be organized
I'm just another dreamer...
let's mend the broken
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
Att vara annorlunda/att inte passa in i samhällets ramar
Apps for Business
Rare Poetry and Food stories
Rhymes and Reasons
Making People Cool and Author
How to feel better again
Fitter. Faster. Healthier.
Talking about comedy that is not worth talking about
mental health & personal development
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Dating Tips for Everyone
Get me the wings
Enjoying Life in the Ozarks
Life Hacks and Advice
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