Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.



Funny, that's how it goes in life.





No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like with a wet sock in my mouth. One I'm forced to breathe through, thinking that each breath I'll come up short and suffocate.

— Sarah Noffke, Awoken.




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Ich habe es nicht kommen sehen.




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No one did.

Because simply, no one paid enough attention.

There comes the question as to where the focus should be. As the conflict between indecisiveness and a desire for rationalisation arises, the second-guessing appears more prominently. Evoking the thought of the need for a central point, there comes another question about why there is a need for emphasis. Highlighting the vital role it plays in its context does not eradicate its flaws—whether visible or not. Then comes another—unexpectedly unsurprising—question about when there is a need for its importance to receive its prospectively deserved attention. What would have been best defined as the moment of precision when the focal point should be brought to awareness could be deflated easily too. Here pops another question of what exactly makes a single matter worthy of such significance that it needed to be recognised. Strength and weight may be quantifiable, but having knowledge of the focus is surrounding the idea that the perception of its priority is a focus. Now comes one last question before the final question about how any single matter can be hidden beneath a limelight yet intensified with such prominence. Wondering how the locus of awareness of the existence of a focus came about, conscientious conscience concentrates on the core of it all. Through all the redundant questions above about the focus, many trains of thoughts and chains of despair eventually formulated a perpetual question about the focus—who am I?


No one knows.

Because simply, no one paid enough attention.




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Vielleicht werde ich ab und zu an dich denken; eine persönliche Erinnerung, dass Sie vielleicht nicht in vollen Zügen gelebt haben, aber Sie haben sich bis jetzt so sehr durchgesetzt und erreicht. Es ging nicht umsonst, weil es mich inspirierte, meine Träume voranzutreiben und zu verfolgen. Danke sie, 




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M.

I'm not tryna be dark
But I just got to the part
Where you stare at the stars
And compare what you are
To everything around
Wonder what it'd be like
If it all came crashing down.


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