journey of masks and mirrors
bold. the desert is a wasteland where freedom is found.
liberation. introspective meditations in the realm of the abyss.
I realized I had lost my fire. Lost my confidence. I was in pain.
I embraced it all and walked into the underworld. There were distractions and places from where I could see a great distance. There was sanctuary and sickness. The insane and downtrodden screaming for the death of the world. I walked further and further until there was no more to walk. I sat down and breathed. I saw my future and returned to camp where the carnal was a distraction, but I continued to simply sit and breathe. Just as I was about to leave, the vision I had of my future came true. All fire was returned. All confidence regained. I am whole. I am healed.
liberation. introspective meditations in the realm of the abyss.
I realized I had lost my fire. Lost my confidence. I was in pain.
I embraced it all and walked into the underworld. There were distractions and places from where I could see a great distance. There was sanctuary and sickness. The insane and downtrodden screaming for the death of the world. I walked further and further until there was no more to walk. I sat down and breathed. I saw my future and returned to camp where the carnal was a distraction, but I continued to simply sit and breathe. Just as I was about to leave, the vision I had of my future came true. All fire was returned. All confidence regained. I am whole. I am healed.