Silence

Silence is more than quiet. Quiet is the sweeping hush of the stars pressing fingers to their lips so the world stops thinking. But silence steals even the most subtle of sounds and fills the air with everything else.

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Mind of its own – A poem

Sometimes I think
My thoughts
Are also thinking.
Like thoughts inside thoughts.

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yesterday – some poems, photos and thoughts.

Seeing a place where I spend all my time from above or the outside, really shows me just how small and insignificant I am. I am just a speck. But if every speck is insignificant and I am a speck in a cluster of insignificances, yet together we are significant…

am I really insignificant at all?

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Out of place – a short film.

I made a little film featuring some photos I took and some thoughts from today. Here’s the link to the video:   https://youtu.be/JgpWJ7VyMg8   And here are some photos featured:    

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Every second of me – A poem

I would try to forget your touch But could never bring myself To burn the memories I knew I would one day learn to treasure. I am a scrapbook Of everyone’s touches Everyone’s words; compliments Or confidence crushers I am a mix tape Of the songs I sing in the shower And the ones that…

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I wish I could live constantly in the frozen moments of mornings – some photos from yesterday.

I wish I could constantly live in just mornings and evenings. Mornings are so quiet and peaceful. Fresh. They haven’t yet had the chance to dry out in the sun.

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Learn to switch off when you sleep

Too often I end up multitasking when I’m trying to sleep. But sleeping and multitasking do not fit together. They are not part of the same puzzle. When I lay down and switch my world to darkness, I am telling my mind that it is time to turn away from the world and turn off,…

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Finding meaning in the meaningless – Predictive poems again part 2

One thing I’ve always found fascinating about humans is our need for meaning. This occurs in the simplest moments of every day life, like analysing the meaning in a text message someone sent us. Even if there isn’t actually a deep meaning there in the first place, the idea of anything such as piece of…

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Can Ghosts Die?

There are some places I’ll never go back to. Not because they meant nothing to me, or because they are not worthy of my revisit, but because they meant too much. Because they hold memories of a person who has left my body. A me who is no longer. A me who helped build the…

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