Inner Thoughts - Blog Posts
Things don’t work like that. Things aren’t seen in eyes not yours. Things are not forced. Things are things and we know not who’s right or wrong until mistakes are made.
the little self in me whispers in this midnight abyss that I am not forgotten that I am alive that am a river and I can flow wherever I wish too. The little self in me whispers in this midnight abyss that there is a starlight that I have to look a little hard with huge amour-propre that only then will the starlight unvail its light onto the path that i must take out of the abyss.
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The heart goes cold. The heart grows old. The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous. The heart loses it all in the end.
Am being created in addiction. Driven by obsession’ tamed by love, blinded by free will. I live strictly by a dogma but a one I have set myself. I am obsessed I am addicted I am tamed …but I am free.
To stay alive is to decide to decide is to lose to lose is to gain to gain is to dance when what you have to casually do attacks and darling not many pursue life with such, guts
-lifepath
the decision is always ours
You are a blossoming soul
Silence...
Forgotten spring
Arcs
This way or that way
Dead but... beautiful...
Fallen in life...
Veteran butterfly 🦋
Under the ground...
