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Just RamblingsSo I have this relative theory of everything, comprised of nothing. A theory that everything is connected through nothingness that we exist through a bond that does not exist. At the molecular level there is 99.9% nothing... that is it nothing. So if we take that onto the grand scheme of everything we are the big masses of absolutely nothing. That nothing exist and even what we believe to exist is only in existence from our perspective. We all live in this small dimension called perspective. Where derives all things that we perceive there is a whole range of colors but we only see a small amount of wavelengths. So when you stare into space yoJust Ramblings
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No RegretsRegretsNo Regrets
I look back and see what some would call a thousand wasted days And what I would call a million different ways
To have happy days
Watching the clouds for hours on end
Floating towards the horizon where they meet their end Laying in the grass talking to the birds Digging in the dirt saying hello to the worms
Sitting in a tree just being me
Dancing in the rain
When there isn’t any rain Laughing at the jokes the wind has told
Relaxing while everything unfolds Asking the squirrels what time is it
As they squeak and throw and a fit
by ~uyeda
What is PoetryWhat is poetryWhat is Poetry
Poetry is
Poetry is devotion that can never be broken Poetry is the light that is a little too bright Poetry is the soul that is completely whole Poetry is imagination and truth be told In every fold Poetry is life and death
And in between
Always seen
And always heard Poetry always has
And always will Poetry is the flame that won’t go out
The soul that screams and shouts Poetry is expression
And obsession Poetry is the freedom to express that you obsess Poetry is artistic and resisted Not always
by ~uyeda
NostalgiaNostalgiaNostalgia
I remember back when. Back when things were different. Back when there was no past to look back on. Back when there was only now. Back before. Before nostalgia. Before depression. Before anger. Back when things were different. Now things are different. Now I. Get angry. Now I. Get depressed. Now I. Remember. Now I. Fear. Now I. Know things are different. Things have changed. And rearranged. Man. Now that’s nostalgia
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