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The front door is open And the back door as well No need to linger In a state of hell Now that you know ALL ROADS LEAD HOME Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum-Mani Aum Now that you know AUM MANI PADME HUM Debra Lea Ryan & ? 21.02.2026 ☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC
Aum-Mani All Roads Lead Home
In a universe where nothing could be everything and everything could be nothing I wake up blinded by the sun and my weak eyes struggle to conform but her power desires me In a universe where silence can ring ears and actual sirens can calm them My engine rustles with promise as I drive down the unpaved road I am cement, and spill out of my windows into the potholes as I pass Shadows of trees fold over behind me as outlines of roofs emerge one day I’ll drive and count them all In a universe where we worship time but it repays by pilfering our youth I make out silhouettes through the strands of my ***** hair Your tie taunts me, perched confidently on the base of your neck My fears in the flesh, enveloped in dark eyes and strong posture one day I’ll face him eye to eye   In a universe where we long for love but company deludes us I eat dinner alone at a table for six and stare longingly through one of my three big windows My mom probably called but my phone’s been on silent one day I’ll get free time and call her back In a universe where nothing could be everything and everything could be nothing My pillow steals my thoughts for the closing hours of the night and I ponder on how much of me it’ll return when I wake up in the morning Solipsism (10.16.2020) —adrianatamara
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC
Solipsism
Trying to feel fulfilled Trying to be fulfilled Thinking of a to-do list seems so easy but they're always too ambitious Nothing fills Trying to clean up after myself cannot keep up with the slob I am before I storm out the house after picking up some kind of purpose from the oblivion after licking the wounds of being lost in infinity Finding a way to embrace the superficial beyond tongue-in-cheek Lost in dharma sick I don't live the truth I know in my heart Nothing here is permanent Should you chase after delusions? We consciously delude ourselves past the intellectual epiphanies where we admitted how little we know Or do you just sit and enjoy the show limit you exposure to negative experiences and chase after ones which end up positive? Even that's too ideological But how do you stand without any ground even for just a moment? God's been dead but what have you replaced him with? May is may well be what ought Because what else do we have besides what is anymore? But should our perceptions of what is become our argument for what ought? There, the shadow of a god still looms
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Frontal Lobe