brown eyes
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A trembling heart, with a sky so blue but storms have lived inside my chest, truth is love has never let me rest. Tiptoeing on the edge of you, your voice a shelter and your eyes, they see through the ghosts that still linger in my mind. I’ve danced with fire, burnt many times before.…
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I thought I once had a vision, the vision of who I once was. Twisting and turning in the world of make believe. Gentle reminders of the little child with big dreams but now lost to eternity.
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Internal yearning for something sacred, the illusion of bittersweet memories that are of a fantasy; the story we create for a moment that becomes etched in eternity. I long to cradle the scent of your gentle silhouette as the body and mind reminiscence through grayscale comfort that brings safety to the beaten soul. The glimpse…
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I only found freedom when my idea of freedom was let go, when I replaced the train wreck with the quietness of self.
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The intellectual craving of depravity that is entirely absent within the grief struck version of my younger self. The underlying urge that creates unnecessary suffering and existential bliss, of whom I have become dependent upon human existence that stems from fear that is riddled within the unknown. Cannibalistic longing for mind and body, pondering the…
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The singular purpose to release control of oneself to an intangible entity or being that is not of own control or self. “Higher power” Desire. I became fed on my own destruction of false existence. Lurking in the soot of the undertow of gradual decay and the lingering stench of fragmented recollections. The lost carnage…
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The intoxicating smell as the raindrops hit the pavement, the sound of echoing chirps and whistles that float through the air as they return to the sound of silence. I feel your heartbeat against my hand as we dance in the darkness of moonlit hesitation within one breath of coincidence to another souls poetic exotic…
Memoirs of a recovering artist 