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.
Myself is crippling me,
myself is a critic that always it has to find a negative thing to say about me.
Myself is fear and the purpose of me has always been to overcome it.
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The life and the dream in Chicago.
Be sincere, man. Where is it unreachable? Where?
If you love that destination, no place is unreachable. Because love— love is the fuel that takes us to distant lands we dream of, but have no map for.
Love, only love, man. Nothing else. Nothing much.
They wanted me to become a man who fights for his respect. But I became a man who respects himself. And that’s how I became awkward— and I loved
that
kind of awkwardness.
Permanent holes drilled by mirrors
But it’s been hard to let them know that all I need now is not Lethargy, or Trazodone, or Sertraline.
I need a heart that can beat when mine is trembling, a face that can smile when mine is sad-locked, and a person who can accept that I am in a dangerous mood.
This imaginary dream,
it remains a sacrosanct to me. Unassailable yet, unbearable.
However please, do not awake me.
Do not save me.
Let me die in my dream, Let me be buried in it.
For strangers will soon admire the blossoming roses besides my tombstone and in the end it would have meant something to even just dream.
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Thank you @biblical-traditionalist-lady and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!
Through the histories, it’s only Your mercy that the chief of this world fears.
So embrace me with it, Almighty, cover me up, for all around me, the things happening seem to tell me that I, for one, have no power to escape his grief, destruction, and trickery.
Endeavor to live your life as your heart wishes to.