connection to another
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I find myself getting lost in the essence of you. Finding who I am in your arms as they hold me close and my soul no longer roams. I fell into you, like the way the roots fall into the earth, they long to find the soil they always seek. The way day longs for…
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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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She found me. She found me as I laid still dreaming of uneven colours in black and white. The complexity of moments that trickle through time and space. She stays right there, beauty takes her place. Blowing in the wind, her emotions are unfazed. I found myself dancing with the leaves, falling in line, bringing…
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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 