White walls,
Lime green corners...
Persistent frequencies, the fingers stroke
The midnight keys.
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Thoughts stray through
The frosted glass panes.
Seeking across the globe...
Resting on the other side.
the Self
- 'Living an experience, a particular fate, is accepting it fully... It is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing.'-Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
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