5/5;
5/5;
Persistent on the insignificant considerations of some time recently. Some time recently what? Some time recently me, some time recently it, some time recently whom? Caught in it. Caught in what? You're not making any sense. Sense. Does that qualify for rational soundness? Or is that a classic problem. Prepare for the leading, halt maturing on the glasses of it being the more awful. Of course life is worseβ each day we breathe we pass on a small more. That, ought to illuminate you to be free and live. Hold nothing back, be louder, go father.
When is sufficient... considered as well much? How much do we know about being sufficient? Go farther...be courageous. Cry, be irate, and...take jumps. Life is disintegrating. Broken. And however, it's never been way better. Battered and bruised; but sweetened and lively.
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The tension battle within oneself is hard to comprehend. How does one separate themselves from metaphorical clips of things that haven't occurred yet? Is this all anxiety-ridden? Has the subconscious taken over?
I believe it is consciously acceptable to be happy and understand unknown emotions. NaivetΓ© is damaging. Being happy implies accepting naivetΓ©. It is not comforting at all. I rather believe that being naive is damaging.
So right now, I have no idea what to do, but I'm still happy. I don't know where to go, but I'm still happy. I am in the abyss of βit hasn't happened...but it mightββbut I'm happy. I'm happy that I can acknowledge where I am.
Xoxoβ Angel.
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For a season, a reason, unpleasing, and ever so lesion. Rather write it down than act it out.
At the rate I'm going my succession is the least of my worries. I am beyond the clothes, hair, glitters and gold. I'm exhaling any pent up aggression brought on by unnecessary stress. Oh yes, I am. This worn out clichΓ© and ode to βstarting a newβ because of course a post, stamp, scribble will enhance any of the hard work that comes along with actually doing it. So I write it. Or I go around shouting to myself like the beatnik freak I can be. Almost in a jumbled fashion, no?
Be
Better
Or
Else.
Or else what?
Bouncing off the metaphorical wall with howling into the wind. A nuclear war with myselfβif I were a country alone, I'd be nuked by own inner self. Ahh...there we go... there's that playable and loveable skepticism I've found. Humorous no? Yes. Because now I can move past it.
Christian Wiman, from Once in the West; "Music Maybe"
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This. Really, really, reallyβfelt this.
i am always giving, and never receiving. when is it my turn to be special to somebody
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