The one

(music - "I giorni" - by Ludovico Einaudi)

You woke up to a wind of thought whispers


awake for hope

The one you don’t believe in

But feel

The one you fight

But cannot overcome

The one you hate

As much as you love

And as much as you love yourself

The one you envy the most

The one minding the one

The one oneing

Around oblivion

Around others

That one othering the mindedness of the moment

projected onto vectors of delusion

at the speed of life lost

in the now

the weirdo of knowledge

the hero of past

the no one of future


awake in hope.

◄ The classic

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