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i have tried to be another. i won't try anymore. i have been others. most of them died. i am me and they are enough. sometimes i am kind, sometimes not. that must be enough, we all breathe the same air and each other and the dead.

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a peaceful day. beauty. what i miss in my soul is nothing to do with words. today i go for a long walk and the sea will talk to me. 

sunset now. the day was slow and beautiful. nothing needs to excessively 'special'. i am calm. a longing which i will not name walks with me like a dog, i watch it moving. we sit together near the fire. the weather changes.

Oysterbed Pier

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i am happy and also a bit ..morose?
and., i know my weakness, my strength.
and i know i am alone.
i may live and die here alone.
but i like the atmosphere.

layers are falling off.
i am lighter that way.

i still smoke though less.

and i spent some weeks too much
of my time on twitter, though i found much
which awakened memories and thoughts
and though it shows acutely the
desperation and the  fight
and the lies and the soul of humans like
and not so much like me:
my head fumes with quotes.

i need more time with me.
here. now.