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Enigma: July 2015

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Identity. Love. Purpose. Time's forever frozen still.". This auburn autumn leaf, torn to pieces in the snow, shares its broken structure with my tired mind. And though your snow had melted ages from long ago, replaced by legions of purple orchids blossoming in cardiac weather, your seasoned mind still thinks it's autumn, anticipating the fall. But before you start running. Remember those who fixed your compass. Remember those who tied your shoes. Remember the girl who fixed your glasses. Now, I wonder if...

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Enigma: Starlight

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Identity. Love. Purpose. 8220;Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.”. You resonate at a frequency so intensely beautiful that it confuses the harmony of the golden ratio.". The secret of the universe is revealed to you right after you honestly smile to a child, and right before they honestly smile back, in the silent music of that split-second-almost-blink-thing the kid always makes to accept your smile. PS You're right, Michael. It's also 6 12 23=20.

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Enigma: Words

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Identity. Love. Purpose. 8220;Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.”. The words can't flow because they're drowning. And so I hide the cracks in my soul with these whispers of the metaphoric sand that carries your scent. So here, at sunrise, are daydreams, and you, daydreams of you. And there, at the edge of nightfall, I am the night that's falling in love with you. And what are hopes when I have your hand in mine? So what are you doing? What are you doing and why are you here?

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Enigma: May 2015

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Identity. Love. Purpose. 8220;As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.”. There are no words. As we experience our personal version of external reality, our minds become under the illusion that they own the images that are being projected inside our schema. You should tell your mind to take itself less seriously. I think I know good people who think they're bad people and bad peopl...

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Enigma: April 2015

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Identity. Love. Purpose. So go on, Love, find a new direction.". Perhaps the motive behind these words is to tell myself that I'm a mirror too, that I'm not invisible and insignificant, that I'm neither broken glass nor darkened dust breathing through the projections. Either way, for now, I sit and watch, stuck between the void and the light, hoping that the heroes around me will rise above their struggles, and that those I no longer have the chance to see find love and faith and, one day, themselves.

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Enigma: Dawn

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Identity. Love. Purpose. Those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head. And since I fell for that spell, I am living there as well.". To whoever has buried the soul within, I write this to you. The night is still but it knows that we are one even if you don't. The night is still and the ending is always the most difficult part. So enter this world of endless stories and maybe one day we'll write the ending of this musical masterpiece of cosmic love, together. But I believe in music.

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Enigma: June 2015

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Identity. Love. Purpose. Inside these pages you just hold me.". My dreams are burning in the sky. A part of me calls them stars, the other, dust. And I don't know whether my soul is made of cosmic dust of a star that died, or of one that is not yet born. And while confusion lays its empty weight upon my numb and wasted mind, I secretly pray for cold rain to protect my dreams from the fire. What is my heart waiting for to show up? Am I lying to myself like they all do? Who the hell are you? The warm wind ...

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Enigma: Smoke

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Identity. Love. Purpose. What I've felt, what I've known. Turn the pages, turn the stone. Behind the door, should I open it for you? So what happens to these forgotten moments of wonder where you only exist in my imagination? Do they die with me just like I'm dying in them, with the sound of your laugh in this fictional background? So wake up and read the wind and perhaps you'll comprehend how beautiful it feels to burn into love with the sound of your laugh in the background. But maybe you will.

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Enigma: August 2015

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Identity. Love. Purpose. 8220;In the cloud, reflections mirror reflections, cutting out the object and leaving only infinite emptiness.”. But time froze because it knew we were timeless. And it just sat there on a dusty chair that had 'Faith' carved on its back, watching the motionless picture of Fear's sword of Doubt pointed at Love's heart of Hope. You're that person still sitting in the audience, alone. 8220;Love art in yourself, and not yourself in art.”. To whom it may concern,. Now if you think you...