Where Have I Gone?
This question could be asked in regards to my journal. Yet the hearts esoteric connection to self is what brings it into being.
I have spent the best years of my life being a part of it all; forgetting the importance of simply being me.
Since the beginning the way forward has always been lead by a continuous search for deep connection.
Waste of time.
Since the beginning the way forward has always been unwaveringly directed by a revisionist soul.
A soul obsessively devoted to love.
Such a contradictory predicament; life. Ushering you in with all the feminine strength this world can muster. Indoctrinating you with all the masculine ego this world can sell.
Every now and again a life preserver can be found keeping it all afloat. Yet if you never let go and swim; well, even salt water surrounded with sharks can feel safe if you get comfortable enough holding on.
Hold on long enough you will forget anything you ever dreamed of.
Hold on long enough you will forget how to dream.
Spend enough time drowning and eventually you won't need air to breath.
Some days I am ready to stop breathing.
Right now I try and remember how to dream ...
~TigrisSky
I have spent the best years of my life being a part of it all; forgetting the importance of simply being me.
Since the beginning the way forward has always been lead by a continuous search for deep connection.
Waste of time.
Since the beginning the way forward has always been unwaveringly directed by a revisionist soul.
A soul obsessively devoted to love.
Such a contradictory predicament; life. Ushering you in with all the feminine strength this world can muster. Indoctrinating you with all the masculine ego this world can sell.
Every now and again a life preserver can be found keeping it all afloat. Yet if you never let go and swim; well, even salt water surrounded with sharks can feel safe if you get comfortable enough holding on.
Hold on long enough you will forget anything you ever dreamed of.
Hold on long enough you will forget how to dream.
Spend enough time drowning and eventually you won't need air to breath.
Some days I am ready to stop breathing.
Right now I try and remember how to dream ...
~TigrisSky
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