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Out of the big closet, I chose few. Standard design. Very quiet design. I don't like to make noise I think. Don't want to be noticed. So, I wear those clothes all my life. Haven't tried anything else.

I went to the woods for some peaceful time. Have taken those photos for a very close friend. In its green home, with all its redness. This just got a magical feeling. The glow of the sun is so warming.

There was a one eyed poet who wrote half words all his life His words were much more complete than others who had not written in halves His one eye cried twice as much than others His half heart broke

A drunk guy, after a long day; You could smell the alcohol from his mouth from many miles away; Went to a bar to drink some cold beers... Life's rough for him. Lost in a crowded city. Just like a little

I still think it's possible to make steemit a better place. Right now, many people buy votes and all that stuff. And it will always remain a thing here. But, people tend to make idols of those who buy

Sadness, what is it with this feeling? It's not helpful, it's corrupting... And yet, from time to time, feels somewhat good Good, for whom? For the person who's sad or the one who was once, alive ? It's

You can't write You hold the fountain pen and nothing comes out Under the bludgeons of poor inspiration your paper is totally empty, unlike your mind... It's bright whitish color seems all of a sudden

Only recently have someone recommended me to read the Little Prince. And so I did. The books contains lots of illustrations, and some might mistakenly think it to be children's book. Well, it's kind of

Shadows Shadows shed themselves upon me And I cannot but wait for them to fade The shadow who sheds its darkness upon me shall be called my enemy For which I hold no compassion nor any clemency The shadow

This is the second post of a seemingly valued series - I'm a WHALE . In this series I criticize the way whales write. In this post, there will be, as always, nothing of specialty. I will start by saying,

As the lights grew dim, I grew dimmer A thought, like everything, has a mass The mass of a thought depends on its importance to the thinker As the lights grew dim, I didn't Thoughts weight Some people

That's what Ludwig Wittgenstein, a great philosopher said. This statement is very bold to make. I find it very interesting, and partly agree with it at the moment. I just think, sometimes, we escape from

Whilst being in a place of wrath, Do not fear For your life has already taken its path And the ending point, right now, is unknown Things will turn the right way If you turn them so And the stupidity of

Does anyone get the reference?

I wasn't there, but I can most certainly tell you what it would feel like to be there. The weather seems cool. The mountains prevent a decent amount of sun light to wash the ground with warmth. There are

From Space Oddity, of David Bowie(Is there anyone who's not familiar with this song??), I quote : Though i'm past one hundred thousand miles i'm feeling very still, and I think my spaceship knows which

It was a rather fine evening, the bitcoin price went very low I was so angry at myself, I should have known I wanted to buy some bits of bit, but I didn't have any account in any exchange Neither did people

Hi, I'm a WHALE. I will talk a little bit about something I did. Let's say, the coffee I drank half an hour ago. It was good. I loved it. Now I will add a nice photo which is not related to anything I

And Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines... By chance, or nature's changing course Every lovely thing has an end in life, either by an accident or just by the way life is. "But thy eternal summer

Shakespeare Sonnet 11 As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow’st Thou mayst call thine when thou