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The twinklings dizzy daddle, pad elder skin and wade me through. Sometimes I wonder if these flickerings were what guided me to you. Sometimes I wonder who can guide me, wade me through the yellow dots that hide me. Alas, there's only one to do so, who so as I have experienced needs more than just a flash. I guess a flash can be deceiving, I'd rather then start in darkness and start weaving a network of my own, a garment to be sewn. What is useful information, what is worthwhile to do, I could never know for certain which place I have to go. To start where I stand, is to look around at what is here. To accept what is, is to walk from where I stood, not bothered by distractions that just seem too good. And when my two overarching goals conflict, I feel the spots constrict me. All I'm left with is to wait and try again. As sometimes nothing is the answer to bravery requiring questions. As we all stumble, as we all, as we all. And to be true, seems to me, is then to wait and try again.
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:17 AM UTC
To be true
The twinklings dizzy daddle, pad elder skin and wade me through. Sometimes I wonder if these flickerings were what guided me to you. Sometimes I wonder who can guide me, wade me through the yellow dots that hide me. Alas, there's only one to do so, who so as I have experienced needs more than just a flash. I guess a flash can be deceiving, I'd rather then start in darkness and start weaving a network of my own, a garment to be sewn. What is useful information, what is worthwhile to do, I could never know for certain which place I have to go. To start where I stand, is to look around at what is here. To accept what is, is to walk from where I stood, not bothered by distractions that just seem too good. And when my two overarching goals conflict, I feel the spots constrict me. All I'm left with is to wait and try again. As sometimes nothing is the answer to bravery requiring questions. As we all stumble, as we all, as we all. And to be true, seems to me, is then to wait and try again.
And sometimes question cause and effect between the waiting and the trying.
Daan
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Belgian
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:17 AM UTC
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