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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Dear Diary

I am looking through my diary
written as poems.
Being fictional.
Touching the invisibility of my life.
Going from one planet to another
and losing my way.
Why I choose this direction I don’t know,
on the edge of a hundred realities,
confronting where the city ends
and roads become mysterious
and lonely.

It is a strange thing
not to know who you are.
Looking at thousands of days
described by poems,
is like a galaxy where every star
is a home,
every face a member of your family,
and to want
everyone to be a part of the past and future,
and the poems
to be scattered to the wind like dust.

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