You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.
The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.
The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...
-Walt Whitman
19.10.15
the comet
YOUR SILENCE speaks volumes. For someone who overthinks, that could mean anything. And now, after a hundred of possibilities, songs in loops, and moving photographs, I have arrived to a conclusion and I think you have too. Yet I still find my ears straining for the faintest sound that will never come.
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