Unexplored, interesting selves Photo by Chela B. on Unsplash If I was a circle I could rolland play collecting grass;I‘d travel all around the world,visiting places, using no compass. These thoughts were swirling in the mindof a triangle equilateralthat imitated the humans around itwho always want a self that’s collateral. A circle was rolling inΣυνέχειαΣυνέχεια ανάγνωσης «Unsatisfied»
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Epidermic Adulthood
Photo by Joshua Lewis on Unsplash Phraseology of an adult.A grown-up appearance.An epidermic adulthood.A just-visual experience. That inner kid is present,and chooses on behalf of us,based on early-years being;time refuses to pass. We‘re not hospitable to it.We’re basically disconnected;cutting the bond of conscious talkpushes reactions of the neglected. Abandoning it within the contextof “I’m aΣυνέχειαΣυνέχεια ανάγνωσης «Epidermic Adulthood»
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