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Michelle Paret Oct 2014
Because of 11
I am not afraid of death
I know exactly what will happen when I "die"
I was there
It's just an absence of existence
Yet a universal, eternal, all-being awareness
And you don't even know you are "yourself"
There's no such thing as... Humans
I loved life before hand, but it wasn't until after 11 and 13 that I realized it
Felt it
Smelled it
Consumed it
My mind became the most interesting place in the world to be
So intriguing that I've become increasingly content in the idea of witnessing my own mind working for the rest of my consciousness
Call it narcissism
I'm just amusing to myself
I love being with myself every moment of everyday
Art became mentally stimulating to me because of how quickly I come up with scenarios and reasons why a piece looks the way it looks
That action is art within itself
And when my exterior conscience was rebirthed to everyday reality
I felt a deep longing to go back
Like this wasn't where I really belong
11 took my soul to another medium
An entire separate existence
And set my mind free from any barriers
There are no obstacles in my awareness
Eternal boundlessness

13 has made me embrace, cultivate, and actively live in my peaceful divinity within me
There is no way to accurately describe this
But trying my best
Even when I am mad, I'm not
Even when I am sad, I'm not
13 set apart the difference between submerged eyes and feelings, and objectiveness in my most deepest struggles
It mentally expanded everything
Absolutely everything
From human interaction to food
From morals to appearance
These things have made me become the greatest person I know
I have more love to give than ever and it only increases as time goes on
I reflect my insides out but only to those who are able to see it
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Yanique Zimmer Nov 2020
I say to you, my dear.
The sky seems darker, when you turn away.
Grains of sand seem to be less tempting to count, when you turn away.
The light in my eyes die out, when you turn away.
The smoke from a pleasant, yet random gentleman's cigarette and the bottle filled with blood red wine belonging to a wise, yet mysterious lady calls to me, when you turn away.
The objectiveness of morality seems pointless, when you turn away.
The soft words of your soul seem lost in translation. Your plea for peace sounds absurd. My selfishness seems rational. Your cries for me to change are lost in void. The meaning of your love becomes a forgotten proverb - when you turn away.
For your attention gives meaning and your beauty is an inspiring art; the magnum opus I shan't live without.
i think i am a
fatalistic optimist
accepting what comes
but in love with the process
i know the value of life
and the lessons to be learned
i try to stay positive
with a clear and open mind
so i can learn my lessons
with objectiveness and truth
and it is my firm belief
this will make me free
Choka

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