Welcome.

 ​If you are what you see, and the world is nothing but what you feel

just maybe

You won’t ever feel the sky stare into your eye and see

what you see for the first

time. Or may be Someone

who carries it on their shoulders,

performs it in their mind everytime you stare at a tree and feel

absolutely

nothing.

But dare you forget what you saw. Be pulled and thrusted by its weight on your blades.

As you tread the world where trees are buildings and buildings clouds,

where skies are canvases and nothing

means anything.

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Right?

 

If you are in the same game played

already by the same people understood

already by the same nobody except

those who have already lost.​

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What?

 

Losers losing

the epitome of

humanity.

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Reality is a montage of

aesthetic           little           things.

pieced together to make feeling that beauty now im-possible.

Yet I watch,

the game made to watch

people burn to win

to find they have won everything

but only, only at the cost of unseeing.

 

Then maybe you want to know: 

what is the difference?

What Is the difference between the world in Your Eyes and this.

So, scrape out those restlessly resting eyeballs

in those soft pits. Gently

remove them,

just to project

your Illusion onto

my illusion

onto Theirs.

Just to make us unsee.

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"Aesthetic little things" - October 2024

 

 

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