Adora Williams

I wonder if any part of my being perceives rain as tears
Or if any part of the collective's does

It's a rainy evening and all the beauty of existence I've found over the last few days
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Forgetting about the things I wrote has become the rule at this point

Even though it's written and should be permanent, it's not
It goes past
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No one has been walking in their shoes since the last equinox
Take that as you will, words are just states of mind
Reality is just estate of mind
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A disoriented princess
An Edwardian country lady having tea
The falling heart of a bride
A flower
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The world I call mine is the view within the greatest view
I'm bound to pining for contexts I cannot code
It's like stripes going up and forward — an intersection
Each millimetre is the difference that we strive to balance
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Life is thriving over death
The black keys tried to take over on the scale of B major
The number three is such arcane and delight
Nothing starts before it, it's a mere rehearsal
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My world is the dot of the i
Perhaps yours is the apostrophe before the m,
Which is also mine
But the body of the I is the collective
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Relive the good moments I didn't live soon enough
And wait for the world to end — I thought

Light will expel me eventually
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As we achieve perfection
We'll mess it up
It's our nature
Hence the history of art
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I don't want to know the starring role's perspective
I want to know who and what lead them to that perspective
I'm done with my own perspective on life
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When you are present
Time, which is split into past and future — opposition,
Ceases
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As you start to shape your vision to the work of art life is,
You'll see that, every time something reaches
A satisfactory point, there's a reaction of in-
satisfaction.
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A system will never be perfect
If you need all the cruelty and misery to justify the good
What is it worth
Where will I get to if I don't know where I am going
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You can follow the other
But you can't follow yourself
You'd just end up stuck in a loop
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I'm a landscape painting
A Tuesday evening
I'm muddy green in spring
The slowest French film
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A rat in that scalene triangle
A three-eyed-one in a the big isosceles triangle
Perhaps the LP vinyl on the upper left corner
Is causing all the rest
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That was a reality far far away
It doesn't mean the pain isn't real, you know
If the circles above are fused onto one another, messed up and
Useless
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There's a glass teapot in my china-closet
I take it every night to make tea after I put Nivea on my face
I drink my tea with biscuits I started to go to the bakeshop for
Because there's no point in making biscuits for me, alone
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What is worth all my love
If there has to be fear on the backside
For it to exist
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There are things that you don't know about me
That some days I write not to go mad
And that I prefer those days over the ones I feel good but can't write a word
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