historians barely understand
the present in front of them
yet they are experts of the past?
I’ve done some stupid things
the context has to be understood
even I don’t understand why I done it
I’ve done some intelligent things
and if all is good, then who cares
but even I stop caring after achieving
we live in a world that loves artificial
fake sex, fake food, fake love,
people perform for themselves
I am not saying I am perfect
I believe in ethics, morals, principles
still… I get angry, spiteful, hateful
human experience
are you surprised? fool!
I’m just like you!
the birds, bees, cats and dogs
cannot read! who’s this art for?
you! and me!
the mountains block my sunrise
the sunrise blocks my vision
my vision blocks understanding
so I enjoy the grandness 🏔️
I enjoy the warmth 🌄
I love wisdom ♾️
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Author:
Demar Desu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2026 08:19
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