Life gives us the illusion that words are better spoken, that hands are better held, that money is better when flowing freely. What if I told you that richness is better experienced than it is owned? that fingertips are meant to dance That resources are better when they flow throughout our being that sometimes…
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in front of your features? What masks do you hide behind and what would happen if you dared let them shatter on the ground below? Would the shards prick or would you have the savviness to re-purpose them into a mosaic masterpiece? I’m starting to rip my veil, but the frays remain stuck in my…
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What creates your voices echo? Ink stained fingertips and slick, screaming lines Words like fists soaring through thick air Emerald kissed skyscapes enveloping enlivened eyes Sore limbs, muffled panting, and bobbing rubber The words you’ve clutched for so long, iron pen to paper Melodious vocals streaming through speakers Torso like water, a fork in the…
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Out of lust for life, nervous sadness, or pure bliss. Pinpoint your version of raw lucid being. What moments marinate you tender in a world that hardens souls for fun? The tears that finally come, daggers puncturing your heart, suddenly allowing it to breathe Laughter spreading like wildfire, choking on a smoke of bliss A…
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