Tag: Wandering
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Dreams
Worthy of dreaming. Seeing how the flowers come out of naked grounds. Where it was once barren. Worthy are the dreams. They see fruits in nothing. They see everything that isn’t. Worthy are the dreams. They shape reality. They make known only what you saw. Worthy are dreams. Molded just for what you want. They’re […]
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Itself
The mind.Captive to itself.Rebellion to itself. Destructive to itself. Hostage to itself. Painful to itself. You’re nothing to it.Nothing without it.Just a capsule. – Ruptes
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There Not Here
You came here. Then you went over there. Right back over here. Then you leave me here and go over there. Where? Why leave me here? Desolate. No love. No air. That time or this time or another time again. I thought it a return. For love, not despair. Fumes for love. Toxic air. – […]
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Prisoner of Mind
The living space. Of the living days. The willful praise. Of the willing reign.Reach out and conquer. Bring about your rage. Though in another world.This one is full of lies and pain. It is in it that we drown. What’s swimming to white rafts?Look outside the world of your mind.In it you’re a prisoner to […]
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Wandering Life
It’s just normal. To go threw life undecided. To wander across times and years. With no aim. Society places levels and achievements. Stumble across your desires in your wanders. Nothing bad, at all. To not wanting the first option. \Ruptes