Tag: humanity
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oh silly me
There are at least two sides to a story. © E n i s ∞ r song: Flame – Sebadoh
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the late bloomers
Timid, cautious, and somewhat shy,we let the quiet years pass by.Not because there is no other way,but ripening demands a longer stay. We are the late bloomers in a field,where early flowers have had their yield.Among the withered forget-me-nots,stand blushing Marys and quiet Scotts. In a world grown brittle, dry, and old,their vibrant colors yet
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Small Light, Great Meaning
If you cannot be a star in the sky, then be a little light in your home. © E n i s ∞ r song: This Is Home – Peter Gabriel
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sea of light
I sway along in a wave of light,bending like reeds.I breathe, I shine—it is not the sun that guides me. It is my world that confines me,quiet and unseen,more oftenthan I allow myself to shine. © E n i s ∞ r song: Deadman’s Ballad – Steve Jansen (feat. David Sylvian & Joan Wasser)
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chaotic
Chaos in a public toilet unit along a Dutch highway.The desperation when you urgently need to go to the toilet. © E n i s ∞ r song: Highway to Hell – AC/DC A dirty public toilet: the one place where your urgency outruns your standards.
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Never surrender
A stone seems unchanging, yet every strike reveals cracks that were already there.Breaking is not the beginning of destruction, but a process of revelation and understanding.Perhaps wholeness is not the absence of fractures, but the recognition of them. © E n i s ∞ r song: The Pretender – Foo Fighters
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killing time
We humans spend our lives waiting things out.It is a matter of patience, of killing time.You might as well spend that time usefully,for example by listening to music and letting your mind roam. © E n i s ∞ r song: The Musical Box – Genesis We cannot rush time, but we can soundtrack it.
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new hope
Hope can never be judged; it is always allowed to land and take root when the perfect conditions are ready for it….. © E n i s ∞ r song: Rosie – Claw Boys Claw Even what feels like it’s for nothing leads you somewhere; and it’s never too late.
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the silence after them
The loudest sound during war is not the bombs… it is the silence after them. The silence when people realize someone they love will never come back. © E n i s ∞ r song: Bombs – Faithless
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nostalgia
My past has begun to resemble a musty thrift store.And if you read between the lines,The melancholy and fading glory are easy to find.There’s always something marked by it—It is yellowed paper that was once shining white. © E n i s ∞ r song: Nostalgia – David Sylvian
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portal
Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be;Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. poem by:














