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How could I shield myself from the words that lift me into the highest lowness? Dearly beloved, raw openness, the source of my grace and imperfection. I feel strangely weightless when my precognition whispers to me about my possible future. I hush all my names, they’re not statues carved by the thoughts of others. I watch people drift in and out, I touch the tree leaves in the cold wind. Looking tenderly into the eyes of black ravens I just try to see what they see. I don’t fear the dark, the primal womb that gives light and birth to worlds spread across space. Losing someone I love is my only fear. Death comes uninvited, in its own time. Love is my helpless, naked truth. My moral compass still works in my body. At night, I find sleep and rest. In light, the warmth, and the souls of others. I see the tired hearts I find solace, looking into the light. The body brings fleeting fullness. I gather the crumbs of mystery, expecting nothing, just enough to find my dignity and make peace with the unreachable.
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May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
Presence
How could I shield myself from the words that lift me into the highest lowness? Dearly beloved, raw openness, the source of my grace and imperfection. I feel strangely weightless when my precognition whispers to me about my possible future. I hush all my names, they’re not statues carved by the thoughts of others. I watch people drift in and out, I touch the tree leaves in the cold wind. Looking tenderly into the eyes of black ravens I just try to see what they see. I don’t fear the dark, the primal womb that gives light and birth to worlds spread across space. Losing someone I love is my only fear. Death comes uninvited, in its own time. Love is my helpless, naked truth. My moral compass still works in my body. At night, I find sleep and rest. In light, the warmth, and the souls of others. I see the tired hearts I find solace, looking into the light. The body brings fleeting fullness. I gather the crumbs of mystery, expecting nothing, just enough to find my dignity and make peace with the unreachable.
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Agnes-de-Lodz
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Agnes-de-Lodz
48/F/Poland
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
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