I come again with another word for the confused, from the confused.
Why was it so hard to get over things so left behind, why was it harder to turn a page..because in fear of finding the blanks..u grow into filling them with long lost fantasies.
Resistance......i weakend. Strength...you failed me. Anger, my haven. Boredom, my destructor. Ambition, my dream feeder :)
Love...i seek with no capacity. I feel to let go and live. Live for a different taste. For an intensified meaning. For my truth.
Leave me no sooner than i left
Why was it so hard to get over things so left behind, why was it harder to turn a page..because in fear of finding the blanks..u grow into filling them with long lost fantasies.
Resistance......i weakend. Strength...you failed me. Anger, my haven. Boredom, my destructor. Ambition, my dream feeder :)
Love...i seek with no capacity. I feel to let go and live. Live for a different taste. For an intensified meaning. For my truth.
Leave me no sooner than i left
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Cryptic; the images we see, the thoughts we get; my existence. Enigmatic; the place we belong, feeling at ease, the sense of security. If it weren’t for not having what we’ve always wanted, would we be-now-satisfied? Ironic, the thought of wanting things to always be different from their present reality and how always change is attractive, is the ultimate, yet still remains the definitive fear- you resist
By Sara!, at 11:58 PM
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