Cultivation of the Observer
The nights become longer, I write later and later and fall into melancholy. What I have become more and more aware of in the last weeks. Now I am sitting here, late at night, next to me the tea. And I wonder how we have become. Who we have become, who I have become. I wonder what I should have told you. The night so warm and yet so cold. I will always b…
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