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One of those days pushing my bike down the lane too tired to ride too anxious to leave it behind I was going "home" a loose name for a rented contract a temporary occupation which is only a legal alias for a room to sleep,shower,cook and live (although the "living"is optional and I opted out) held together by ink and a landlord We relocate, we return, but never to the same THERE ,but to a new HERE I wonder how many others are currently negotiating the weight of their own bones considering the sweet silent collapse Falling down Withdrawing intention from the muscles Do we need a raison dˋêtre to move Or do we only walk because we haven’t yet found the permission to stay?
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 10:02 AM UTC
A bleak day
One of those days pushing my bike down the lane too tired to ride too anxious to leave it behind I was going "home" a loose name for a rented contract a temporary occupation which is only a legal alias for a room to sleep,shower,cook and live (although the "living"is optional and I opted out) held together by ink and a landlord We relocate, we return, but never to the same THERE ,but to a new HERE I wonder how many others are currently negotiating the weight of their own bones considering the sweet silent collapse Falling down Withdrawing intention from the muscles Do we need a raison dˋêtre to move Or do we only walk because we haven’t yet found the permission to stay?
Sometimes things seem futile and lackluster and I think too much and act too little to change that.
#triste#gloom
Petrichorblue
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Petrichorblue
F/Germany
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 10:02 AM UTC
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