The world is not how we perceive it. We see things a certain way because we are taught to. The sun is a star and stars are just balls of burning gas, yet we estimate the temperature of the sun and measure its distance from the earth. In space, there are trillions of stars larger than our sun yet we cannot survive without it. The moon is just a ball of rock, mercifully kept afloat by the force of gravity, yet we spent decades deciphering its phases and we dissect the chemical composition of its surface. We live in a town or city, in a state, a country, a continent, on earth, in the Milky Way, just a mere speck of dust in the vast corners of the universe, yet we wish to claim the world as our own, yet we think so highly of ourselves. Sometimes the problem is not in our stars but in ourselves.
-it has always been in ourselves
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
