nihlWhisper

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ImpermanenceI emerged as the middle son of a resolute military family—a nomadic existence bereft of any fixed abode to call my own. No town or state bears witness to the imprint of my childhood, for I have been consigned to the liminal spaces, perpetually suspended between homes. It is an accursed experience, fraught with the ache of belonging nowhere, and yet, it bestows upon me unexpected offerings. / The bonds of friendship, woven through the thread of shared memories from childhood, elude my grasp. There are no cherished recollections etched upon the walls of a familiar dwelling, no nostalgic imprints of camaraderie nurtured through the passage of time. Instead, I traverse the vast expanse of existence as an eternal outsider, a wayfarer devoid of a place to call my own. / And yet, from this tempestuous journey of perpetual transience, there have been a few select gifts bestowed upon my nomadic soul. A unique charisma courses through my being—a bittersweet manifestation of my transient nature. It is a magnetism that dances on the periphery of attention, challenging the captivation of others with its fleeting essence. Like a passing zephyr, my presence tantalizes but eludes, leaving behind an ephemeral imprint upon those who chance upon my path.
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Jun 1, 2023
The Dance of ManIn the labyrinthine corridors of human existence, where time and purpose entwine, / Mankind's search for meaning, a quest profound and divine, / In this tapestry of life, a dance unfolds, a symphony rare,
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May 24, 2023
ClimbWith tired legs I began to reach it, / A peak who's view I haven't seen / For more than a little while.
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Apr 27, 2016
DevilI went down to the river now now, to see what i could see there. / There i saw a congregation, washing away all of their sins. / Drip drip,
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Dec 27, 2014
AdventureWhat reason do we have to be angry. / What reason do we have to curse the stars / and all the threads that bind them.
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Nov 23, 2013
Love =Dopamine, / C8H11NO2 / +
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Nov 20, 2013
AppreciationSomeone I know quite well, went out of their way to convey their appreciation for me today. They claimed that I had indirectly saved their life this year through traits of personality. I have a habit of holding up a mirror and showing people their imperfections, trying to help them accept it. The seed is often planted at a time where it is bitterly accepted, but once in a while the flowers blossom and the sweet plant finally fruits. / - / The surprising thing is how it felt to be recognized for what I try to do.
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Nov 17, 2013
Dark EyesHer dark eyes, / beaming and fair. / Remind me to that of a doe,
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Nov 17, 2013
BakerA strange recipe, / There seems a certain scarceness of plan to it all. / A summarized unfairness found to this madness,
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Nov 17, 2013
DawningAnd then all of a sudden / it strikes upon the witching hour. / The whole building is dark and quiet,
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Nov 17, 2013
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