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where are the free spirits ?
so much steams out along the way, it fades before i can present it. every breath feels like a choice to keep going. so many scars and i luv to laugh about em or mourn them. so many things to feel yet it all feels familiar and forgotten? i’ve never known anyone like me and i luv that arrogance even if it isolates. grew up in such a liminal place in every existential-medium, my mind remains honest to its worst degree. sometimes i don’t talk to heaven cuz i’m embarrassed of what i been doin’. i luv it as much as i’m scared to hate it. sometimes ion een know what im really saying but it makes sense later .
dormant epiphanies
the answer may not be in front, but it’s always inside of you .
charcoal lungs bruxism n’ fun .
Birthday dun the right way .
The moments I detach even from myself, are the same moments I feel I’ve finally found myself .
Barefoot Trailblazer .
It’s ironic, emptiness holds an essence inside of itself .
God speaks thru all in silhouettes .
as much as I’d luv to let go of the thorns that cut me, the rose that died in my hands is one I can not forget .
There are times I luv myself for being who I chose to be.
And there are times I hate myself for the things I’ve grown to be .
Chasing a thread .
K.O
Myself, by Makhai Fahie
Sometimes I’m afraid I neva knew anything.
Then I realise I don’t know anything.
Then I’m comforted before I’m afraid again .
The light in my eyes faded a long time ago .
Luv is the force that drives me even when I’m empty handed .