love
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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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I held my head high, integrity I called it. I opened my mouth, assertive I spoke. I never let go.. loyality I told myself. The loyality left me begging for the bare minimum, my assertiveness was mistaken for aggression or passiveness, my integrity was taken as a act of a coward. The underlying message I…
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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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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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I asked God. I asked God for the infinite time for the answers to the existence of my life. I asked God for the question with the different shades of blue that cloud over my inner dread as I dance within the flames of my reality and dwindling depths of sanity. Candlelight vigils to my…
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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 