One of my favorite lines I haven’t written yet; But when I find it, I’ll let the world know. 022522
One of my favorite lines I haven’t written yet; But when I find it, I’ll let the world know. 022522
I keep trying to pour myself into your empty cup and mine runs dry as it fills yours up but your fine goblet must have a puncture in it somewhere; because no matter how much I pour it’s never quite enough – my remaining specks of sanity implore me to run over and out; Away, …
Here’s to bittersweet but inevitable endings, and promising new beginnings. Raise a glass and put one in the air; Celebration is almost always poignant, yet somewhat painful, the reasons for it many the truth of it its own reckoning. Like the taste of water it’s almost indescribable, yet fulfilling always that small missing element within …
Stories; Surrounded by so many of them, each as unique and infinitesimal as the Universe itself – the respect and love I carry for each is commensurate with my own – for myself. So I don’t worry about the overstimulated baby who cries because they’re not comfortable enough in their present environment to sleep; Or …
The price of brilliance is the sanity; the gift of genius is the willfully spirited nature of a being that allows it to transcend conformity to the status quo and avoid the repetitive, patternistic actions that’d keep them stuck in [the] cycles of routine insanity that define sub-dimensional reality. 021322
Even beings of evil are art; they too contain many layered subtleties of [un]conscious actualization. Just as nuanced and fragile as memory itself, they once also had Higher origins of creation that manifested their existence and anointed them with free will. Each energy has Divine purpose and the choice to decide how/whether to fullfill it. …
I forgive you. I’m grateful for the lessons our challenges unearthed and the growth there’s been. I know everything is fated; nothing happens for no reason, but sometimes, and only sometimes, do I wish things could’ve been different – for us. 020722
Back out into the world, and… [it’s not so bad] somehow I knew this day was on its way. Doesn’t feel like I’ve been away too long then again, time is relative and so are we, in a sense or two. [but] honestly, it feels like I can breathe again; Feels almost whatever “normal” is …
The dark is no friend of mine but it’s your family; Shadows creep and crawl through your energy like termites they chew and gnaw away the chunks of your soul left to rot by trauma and time. I tried to save you from yourself and them but y’all bit me one time too many… I …
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