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Maybe they are right, after all. That I am cold, distant, self absorbed, off in my own world, will not deign to come down. I have been shaped and marred, scarred by forces beyond my control, so forgive me if I seem a little off. Believe me, I have tried to change my nature – tried to be warmer, more attentive, more involved, but I can’t seem to help who I am - always off in some state of dissociation, never can be bothered with reality. Yet if I am so cold, why does the ocean reach to kiss me unbidden? What is this pull I seem to exert without even trying? I keep my distance, keep my secrets, my insanity buried under scabs of ice and rock. If I am a liar because of it, so be it. Call me what you will, your life revolves around mine.
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
The Moon
Maybe they are right, after all. That I am cold, distant, self absorbed, off in my own world, will not deign to come down. I have been shaped and marred, scarred by forces beyond my control, so forgive me if I seem a little off. Believe me, I have tried to change my nature – tried to be warmer, more attentive, more involved, but I can’t seem to help who I am - always off in some state of dissociation, never can be bothered with reality. Yet if I am so cold, why does the ocean reach to kiss me unbidden? What is this pull I seem to exert without even trying? I keep my distance, keep my secrets, my insanity buried under scabs of ice and rock. If I am a liar because of it, so be it. Call me what you will, your life revolves around mine.
Inspired by the Moon tarot card. I pictured the moon as a ****** trauma-babe
#abuse#moon#trauma#tarot
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anjana-rao
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
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