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i’m sleepless, i lay wide awake, with memories and hopes and tales my mind creates, because falling into you, means falling out of him, and this breaks me entirely into again. -he always was my heart.

It was worth every moment of the darkness, the agonizing repress of pain in which forced me to grow. Tasting death on the brink of my lips, but not death of my life, but of part of my soul. Part of my heart. It was worth it to tell you goodbye through the tears of…

I really need you today. • I feel the weight of the world consuming my heart with it’s peril of guilt and greed – • I feel exhausted, and tired, sick with unknown stories of this way or that, indeed. • I have tasted the waters of loving abundance, I have danced in life giving…

My dreams glide through these waking eyes leaving with the morning’s fresh light. • Yet for a moment the memory remains of a land full of wonders, the eyes of my beloved, beholding. • It follows me in dream realms, this love, emerging with the daylight. It caresses my soul, and glides into the abyss…

It turns out the shooting stars burn out before listening. -Wishing On Rubble

My chest hurts, and I feel exhausted inside. -Endings

I taste the supple air, sweet with hope, tinged with the fragrance of the night flower’s bloom. • I fall into myself, and dance with myself under the half-kissed iridescent moon. • And in this moment I lay in the wonders of the world, finding the bliss in unknowingness. • I reach up to the…

I am the gray clouds streaking down through the sunset, amidst the top – floating on orange cliffs – Saturated in old beginnings… and new endings… I find this fork, this path in life, the path in time to be what I have been growing for, what I have been waiting for, what I have…

Sometimes… I find it hard to mutter through the faint wonders that glide through the longest nights. :: And sometimes… I find it hard to muster the courage to bring myself through the beacons of glassy moonlight. :: I’m a child of the stars, yet the in-between awakenings during the longest hours keep me lost…

When you think of me, I feel you… or is it merely just my ego? A churn of lies that glide through my dreams, my waking eyes – a coping mechanism to justify the pain that seeps deep within my life. -What is real?