Blue Hand day

and waves, of course we are like waves.
I am
and you are.


beautiful.
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all right!

yeah, very much so.
and the rain brought the spring. and it's dark and in the middle of the night and i'm enjoying being the only one outside
the only one breathing clear, misty night
stars in the sky and a moon somewhere, lending its light.


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precipitevolissimevolmente

and what yet not.

I'm just wondering, what makes you do what it is you do
and have we ever known anyone, or what we should know about anyone
or what should you know about someone to be able to help?
What does it mean to help, what if I feel there's something I could do to ease someone's existence and
that's it...
I feel I could do something, and that's that. That's what.

And what more.

Be electric. or whatever, whatever you want.
It's not like I have a say.

honestly, intelligence

harmony and

It's like I'm uncertan if the lights are on or off in the room - I know I should be able to tell, but I can't.
It's like there's snow and rain pouring and falling and tumbling down from the skies although there are no clouds and the sun shines hot.
It's like someone's talking to me in a language I don't understand and still my body wants to respond and tries to produce words I know I can't know.
It's like being pulled out to sea, not really sure of if this is what should be happening, quite sure that I was lying in bed and not in any waters at all.

Resistance might be claimed as useless, existance doesn't fall under the same category

Squeeze yourself together til you're the smallest you can be, count a few moments of thought
and expand
expand
stretch your arms like you never did before, see to that your shoulderblades feel like wings
lift your feet off the ground and embrace the fact that you are.
Only fact there is, so shine that light

move that physical existence that contains you

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or actually

what is there to know?