The Little Self In Me Whispers In This Midnight Abyss That I Am Not Forgotten That I Am Alive That Am
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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Peonies on caskets. It's all yours. your wait your study. Engulf in your time and if it kills them you can as well send them condolence messages and lovely peonies to be put on there caskets.
Permanent Holes.
Mirrors lie, outlining shapes that mean nothing.
Mirrors horrify, penetrating into brains and forming unrealistic images.
Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be and after the energies put into the transformation
a deeper hole is drilled in us instead realizing that it needs not a mirror to clearly see our portraits leaving us as nothings and as people of no belonging.
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The problem was perhaps that I existed, and you existed. We could not overlook each other, yet all we ever offered one another was pain and bitter memories.
DigiArtFest concept. I created this in 2022
Endeavor to live your life as your heart wishes to.
Extremists live melancholy lives, they are always at the edges. Their hands suffocate, bruises, blood, scars. They are always pulling the rope to their end forgetting that the world stands on a balance. They fascinate themselves with things and that’s prison in itself.
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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.
But as it happens in us squalors it’s worse in the high society clique. Selfishness, rape, murder, witchcraft and every kind of unthinkable behavior. Relate this to Africans who die with a delusion that there is equal rights and freedom in the west, they die with a naked kind of lie.
Gratification.
And even if you can’t win, do the thing. Only in performing can you understand that you failed and to try is far better than to admire.
Do the thing, and when you fail then you can decide whether to learn or to run.
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