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Kyle Jul 25
Groundlessness is not to be tamed.
Certainty is not an achievement.
A tension deeply ill-famed.
Its presence a call for bereavement.

pondering my future is bootless.
No more thought shall spring actions.
Ten thousand words are fruitless.
The mind fragmented into factions.

The milk of uncertainty is thought.
Only stillness discloses the true.
Creativity cannot be taught.
From chaos it shall brew.

Groundlessness cannot be tamed.
Nor shalI I try to resist.
Let this tension be named.
And on my life shall persist.
Do not let groundlessness be an obstacle, nor let indecision be a reason to become firm. Firmness is not a virtue - the flexible stick survives the heaviness of the snow. Uneasiness about the future, relationships, commitments, is a consequence of being human - do not ignore it, do not try to think your way to certainty; experiment, create, and observe it all. No human has thought her way to certainty; "2 + 2 = 4" - yes, but the more I think about what it "means", the less certain I am. Vagueness and certainty hold hands, and this is the way it must be - let vagueness be the mist that allows us rodents to avoid the predating owl of thought, lust for certainty, and obsession with deliberation.
Zywa Jul 24
She doesn't say a word,

I have to guess what she likes --


and what she doesn't want.
Novel "Onder de korenmaat" ("Under the bushel", 1991, Maarten 't Hart), chapter 8

Collection "The Note Tree"
Labhrás Jul 13
I find myself at the top of a mountain
Looking out at the peaks
Below and above
Some I’ve climbed, others I never knew existed.

In the blink of an eye

I find myself in the open sky
Winds roaring around me
Rushing past
Am I falling or flying or even moving at all.
Old notebook fragment from a period of upheaval
Gugzang Jul 2
Fate always finds ways to leave you scarred,
But please stick with it.
Because somewhere you can't see,
Someone crosses the sea of time just to embrace your sensitive heart.

Just to have a single glimpse of you,
To strike a normal meet w you.
Or
Maybe it's not just them,
It's you
Waiting endlessly
Someone to search,
To reach out.

'One to look back upon the sand castles that
're left w noone in them.
As if,
Even the castles are longing for someone to remember them.

But eventually,
They would end up scattering,
Since most bury their euphoric remembrances just to remember the melancholy.

Albeit,
the sand castles' span depends upon the
native's mind;
Alas, the latter always tends to remember the tornados...
Completing defying the 'work for which he preserved so hard,
For the one who destroyed his castle?

But
Once
The native realises that it's not the tornado, it's the sand
From which the castle can be made
A thousand times
Only If he remembers to cherish
The things meant for him to cherish,
He will be truly liberated.

BUT
What if,
he wants to be stuck in his melancholic waves of tornado?
Then,
He will eventually become a slave
Of those melancholic waves,
Would be scared to defy Mob,
be anxious of past decisions,
frightened to Even live.
Or
Maybe he would suffocate in those giant waves ultimately leading his last moments
Just for him to remember-
The sand that once his hands' contained
Was now fleeting from his hands
Forever-
Or maybe that was the sand's fate.
        
                                -d'chu.
As if even the castles are longing for someone to remember them:/
Carlo C Gomez Jun 29
A quiet
young woman
in a library
reading books
with diagrams
of bomb shelters
and *** positions

She's thinking
of her future
tilly Jun 19
it’s not much
i mean. it is

i want it to be done already.
i guess that’s just my boredom talking,

it’s just my dissatisfaction
with anything presented to me.

blankly, i thought it all year
next day next day next day next

oh it’s done and
i guess i can’t savor the moment.

is she crying?
okay

what the **** do i want?
where do i want to be but this?

directionless, i can’t quite seem to notice
there are no signs left.

i guess i will pave my own dirt path
like big girls do.

here leads to the rest of
your life, okay
thoughts when i graduated from high school today
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