rest assured; chaos is on the brink. chaos! the cloak of distraction which shelters the change beyond what appears to ones eye. a storm is brewing, shattering and leaving a wreckage of a once whole, but old ship, riddled of what the ocean has been reclaiming. shells and life forms eating at the old wood of a once stable boat.
though this boat has not braced these seas before.
to make it ashore, a new ship must be tailored by tinkering hands and sailor’d by destiny’s demands.
this woman is anything but hollow, her fellowships far from shallow. She is worn and new, reborn a light. her mind is a vessel which only magic occupies, and the divine feminine looks to the sadness hidden below deck and knows this; will be the rebirth of the absolute you.
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
rest assured; chaos is on the brink. chaos! the cloak of distraction which shelters the change beyond what appears to ones eye. a storm is brewing, shattering and leaving a wreckage of a once whole, but old ship, riddled of what the ocean has been reclaiming. shells and life forms eating at the old wood of a once stable boat.
though this boat has not braced these seas before.
to make it ashore, a new ship must be tailored by tinkering hands and sailor’d by destiny’s demands.
this woman is anything but hollow, her fellowships far from shallow. She is worn and new, reborn a light. her mind is a vessel which only magic occupies, and the divine feminine looks to the sadness hidden below deck and knows this; will be the rebirth of the absolute you.
my heart yearns for the change; be ready
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