I’m the music in my ears,
sound, hear, disappear.
I’m the trees I see,
moving, not moving, swaying in the wind.
I’m the touch of invisible hands when I’m drowning,
grab, stretch, hold.
I’m the scent of jasmine in the summer breeze,
intoxicating, longing, calming.
I’m the taste of honey,
sweet on the tongue, smooth, happy.
I’m the thought of nothing,
embracing, peaceful, alive.
I’m everything,
life, home, peace.
I’m nothing.
- Nanne Nyander
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I’m falling apart.
What I once thought was me is falling apart,
it doesn’t hold together anymore.
Random pieces floating around in the universe.
If I don’t pick them up and build a me,
I’m nowhere to be found.
-One Without a Second
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There is no solid ground,
nowhere to land.
A feeling is just a feeling, without any meaning,
a sound is just a sound, no meaning.
I am nowhere to be found.
An emotion is just an emotion, no suffering,
no story, nowhere to land.
Feelings, sound, smell, sight,
it’s all separate without any connecting threads.
Still, it is all the same.
I’m not even lost,
me does not exist.
If I don’t create an I,
if I don’t create a self out of nothing,
I’m nowhere to be found,
there’s nowhere to land,
nothing to land on,
nothing that can land.
Nothing,
still,
here I am.
-One Without a Second
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