The mind is like the universe. Complex, chaotic and yet there is still an unseen order. We all exist in the midst of planets made of thoughts and feelings. Stars made of beliefs and relationships. Black holes born of dying stars. One’s consciousness is the very fabric of one of many parallel cosmoses. And yet […]
I hear the sirens call from far beyond the waves. I hear the banshees cry for the future of my fate. A dreamer wanting to know the meaning of life. A seeker of organizing the disorder of my mind. Yet as the sea grows ever closer, To the future I am still blind. Is this
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In the search for depth, some have seen treasure, some have drowned. And in the darkest depths, there are those who have turned into monsters of the sea. At the feet of knowledge the vapors of insanity linger; surrounded by sirens calling out to our thirsty minds. In our pursuit of reason and understanding, we
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I stand on the shore. From the waves crashing in the distance to the wet sand between my toes, all is peaceful, all is beautiful. I reach my hand down into the white froth rising around my ankles. It feels warm to my touch and as the sea laps at my fingers, I find myself
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I am alone. Watching the sunset on this empty beach, I am alone. The world behind me is shrouded in darkness, save the city lights in the distance. Yet even they are muted and dull, a shadow of their distant glory. I take a breath of sea air, looking at the fading sun with
I want to run. I want to climb those blue mountains and taste the fresh snow at the top. Yet my feet will not move. Here I stand below, with hands outreached toward something I can never touch. Oh, the weakness of my mind and body I detest! The strength to rise above, for
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The starling could not sing yet the beauty of its existence is still alive. To the weak, to the brokenhearted, if your song is trapped in silence your breath is still enough. Even the butterfly with tattered wings is vibrant. Even the rose with petals torn is still beautiful. What you do is
