For you are both The traveler and the journey For you are both The sufferer and the healer
RIP, the things that drain your spirit RIP, the thoughts that make you sick RIP, the time that stops for great things RIP, the circle that holds freedom you crave RIP, anyone who excuses for the truth RIP, the question you don’t want to answer And RIP, the doors that are close.
RIP everything That resists That ***** That blurs And insults your spirit If it makes sense, just RIP. No more, no less. And the rest will be the history.
Trust and let go. And breathe.
Are you ready?
Genre: Clinical Inspirational Theme: Questioning Author's Note: In becoming, this is just the way, it is.
I stop and think, why is it always these empty holes inside me that scream and it never stops. it feels like a baby has been born inside me and that baby never seem to stop screaming and yelling I always question myself and the universe why my soul does not scream for anything and it is always these holes sicken me it is harsh and sad I am going mad it drives me insane I lost hope and if it ever comes back my way, it will break and shatter on the waves.
talk about love, think about it and observe It freaks people out, sometimes but when the feeling is right when you are so sure of it when it is vivid and pure that is when you truly believe that love is the answer It is superb, how both of you instantly click, having the same exact vibes you are both so contagious when you get naked and feel their skin and your body temperature is all the same when you decide to touch them they touch you in the same second you get to make out and they do too feeling their skin on yours getting lost in their beautiful eyes getting lost in their lips it is so ecstatic it is insane, when you find that one person, your person you were dreaming of and looking for all your life. And you get to find them in a blink of an eye i am speechless, at times i feel words are never enough of describing what I truly feel deep down, from the bottom of my soul. my heart beats, like the sonic waves of the ocean in the middle of winter, when it is empty and cold and all you have inside your chest is the same **** holes, the void that eats your insides and slowly kills you. but they show up in your life and from time to time you know you start to have a leap of faith some hope, some gratitude
We could wait but the sun may never come so now is the time to focus your mind, sweet butterfly vibes will flow from inside. Buzzed about by merriment, towards the frolics of future fun.
Chained together through strengths of friendship, inclined to speak with peace of mind, no bribes. These smiles and grins fuel ambitions within that create the modes of self control.
We play, to learn and communicate as those bright days will pass soon so set your tone. Yearn to motivate each one which comes, sustain the road to growth as its for them, to make sense of their future roles.