SeLf PoEtRy




One thousand times having the experience that all sensations share common aspects, though they are different somehow. As being a creature of ages, diving into wreckages of the unknown.
Leaving concerns and boredom behind, exchanging needs for maybes. Maybe if I can, maybe if something happens, maybe if I will. And wondering of things to discover, of things to come, of things of things.


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