Category: Existential Musings
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The Archaeology of Self: Excavating the Self #poetry
Who am I? The question echoes in forgotten chambers, and we dig through layers of conditioning, through the fossil remains of abandoned dreams, searching not for an answer, but for the thread that binds us to everything that is.
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The Un-Place: A Perpetual Avoidance
The place I never want to visit? It isn’t marked on any map… a negative space carved out of the very fabric of being, a void where potential goes to curdle and dreams are embalmed in formaldehyde silence. But then, the silence would begin to press in. Not the comforting silence… This is a silence…
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ok. (or, the weight of a single text message) #WriteAPageADay #850
A single text. A single word. Three letters that carry the weight of uncertainty, indifference, or something in between. In a world where meaning is compressed into pixels, where silence speaks louder than words, how do we interpret the spaces between the letters?
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