How many times have people seen the sun through tree branches? Fail

Had tried to calculate approximately how many times humans may have seen the sun through the tree branches
Didn’t work out
I gave up.

Click, delete.

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The constellation traveler

You fly away, you slip away
You hide in mirrors and evening stars
Their reflections show, who you are
In colors, and winds, and in the arts
You’re magic man
You lure delight
From dawn ’till dusk
Day and night
You swim in veins
Like stormy tides
There’s more to you
Than anything here

You dance with light, slip in wine
You dazzle bright, and shame the sun
There’s more to you
Than anything here
You fly with shadows
And stay in mirrors

Reflecting
Shimmers…

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Pain and love

You believe in pain and love
But I don’t believe in pain and love
I walk a billion miles down the desert road, bare feet cracked with the hard tar
And bogging through the sand, dying with the sweat
Sucking out of me like vacuum
Left with skin that shrivels and rusts under the sun
Brown and burnt
Ashy bones
Closed eyes see nothing but darkness
They’re small and full of salt
There’s the blue sky, and miles of golden earth
Beauty and deceit
But there’s nothing but movement
And numbness
Pedal by pedal
You die as you fall to keep alive
Eating sand
Resting to believe that you can walk no longer
On your knees the hot breeze moves knotted hair
They say god is the sun and it makes everything golden
And god kills because of it
Treacherous beauty
I don’t know if it’s pain or if it’s love
But I just believe in love
As I lie living or dying
Numb
Without pain

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My man, meadows

The sea side is far from here. The meadows sway in their own faint little tunes. This grain matches my mustard color sweater. I like the color of the sun; the way the light reflects across the sky in beams and touches my sweater. If you were to look closely into my eyes, you’d see the reflection of the blue sky that I’m glancing at. I can’t help but somewhat smile. I feel that he is here. That he knows just where to find me over these hills. Today’s a beautiful day, and I can’t help love this beautiful earth with its majestic colors… I guess I’m a pauper. I’d rather lie out here and live to live like this, and die like this. I never want to be in a different state. I wouldn’t know myself when I’m angry. It isn’t who I think of. Skin red and hot, flushing blood. And the speed at which I run, running away, running towards. This lust for power… no. I just want to be in love forever. Your heart is so genuine, and so lost we are together. Your eyes, there’s a spiral staircase in them that goes somewhere. I’m lost. I lose. There’s a white flag rising next to me; I’m no fighter. You, the world that created you, this world that we’re lying atop; this is all that ever means anything, this is all that I’ll ever remember. I don’t even expect you to find me here, you’re with me everywhere.

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Surely dying

I’m sitting here on the empty Jacuzzi staring at the ceiling with water droplets spritzing near my face, as I try to feel fulfilled. In my room, I spray all types of scents to calm my senses but it just numbs me down. I have every material thing that I want and I make a lot of money for a chick who claims to not need a lot. I turn on the bright blue therapy light that mimics sunlight to feel like I’m sitting under the sun. I meet a lot of people every day whom I don’t call my own. I have the love of my two parents but I want a big family that’s fifty times bigger and will have my back. I have the guy that adores me but I also want one who doesn’t. I’m climbing the capitalist ladder but I believe in socialist type stuff. I’m maintaining my status as a whatever, but it’s just killing me inch by inch. I don’t take pills, smoke, or drink to cope but that doesn’t mean I’m happier. I can’t follow spiritual leaders and luminaries who say pretty things because in the end they’re just humans like me. I can’t support any religions with an open heart because they talk too much of discipline, but I’m fueled by instinct and desire. I have realistic aspirations now and still want to do significant things for the future, but I don’t if I don’t have to. I can have kids if I want to but I may just let my body shut down. There are twelve months in a year and eight of them are already over and I can’t get the past three or four years back.

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