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Blink

By: Connor Crutcher

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Isolation vs.

Solitude

Isolation is by choice, but Solitude is by force.

My playhouse is underneath Our house, & I hear people Telling each other secrets.

It made you feel important, like you mattered to that person. Maybe thats why Im so open about everything with everyone, because i want to regain that feeling i once had.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier, simpler.

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I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living.

We are sad because we realize that we have lived for everything we can, and so there are no more surprises left in store for us

Anticipation:

“In drawing, the trace always proceeds in the night: it always escapes the field of vision.�

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Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours.

They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit, machines that admit of no appeal.

They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are the dancers of the celestial sphere, delicate acrobats in the softest and most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, amuse themselves with my blood, but someone should introduce them to me.

I want to know them closely, I want to know what to rely on.

I wonder what these people think about us.

Like the people who are behind the scenes who run our world and we never think twice about them.

Sublime

When people think you’re beautiful then they will do almost anything for you.

Amplified

We are just microscopic pieces of dust, You dont have a second chance, Distractions from the outside world, It made you feel important, In the bottom of my mind, We have lived for everything we can, The meaning of art or pictures always goes unseen I wonder what these people think, That beautiful people have this power.