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Are we always consistent?
The answer is 'nay'
We change with every circumstance
even moments within the day

but one relevant issue emerges:
about love, what can we say?
Can we make any excuse
for failing part of the way?
Do you know that Riemann Hypothesis
still remains unsolved?
We are moving like a pendulum
between our families, jobs
and deep wishes to create.
Sharing hours and fleeting days
of our lives.

Curiosity about the next move, wit,
and silence when support is not enough.
Everyday rituals,
healer and side effects…
How good it is to say, “I’m still here!”
Keeping a morning cup of bitter coffee
with a strong will thanks to a lucky twist of fate.
Kate 2d
I can’t wait to go.
I can’t wait to know I don’t have to wake up the next day with the uncertainty of tomorrow.
I can’t wait to leave, and to feel that relief I’ve so heavily sought after.
Maybe the pain wouldn’t even feel dreadful, or unwelcome.
I’d revel in it, and feel so free.
So free, and happy— knowing that everything is leaving me.
Not that I even had anything in the first place.
Don’t be scared if I’m not there tomorrow.
Or the next week, or month, or year.
That I’m just gone.
I’ll be gone without any trace of me ever having existed in the first place.
At least that’s how I’d like it to be.
I hope you’d at least think of me every once in a while.
London Christmas Eve
      Turkish Coffee
               Mozart
Reticent, but with a few tricks
He picked his pulls, all brain stored licks
Watching, with an eagle eyed gaze
Scaning the room, to pick his weekly feed through the haze
Cheekbones as sharp as a knife
A model looking man, he'd known all his life
Playing on his suave, deep set demeanor
The female would brood, some subtle, others much keener
But always watching, keeping just still
Some like him to swallow, for their need, an easy pill
Others devour any chance they can
But some just want the silent type,
yes him,

The Quiet Man

JJB
Kate 2d
Stupidity comes in all shapes and forms.
But the most stupid of all, is he who refuses to be aware— simply because they think the fact of it to be inherently stupid.
Boris 2d
Low in the city,
my eyes rise above the roofs
to the mountains
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