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In honor, the New Moon, i entitle this "soul spill". i'll post, but i won't share. What is a soul spill? c/o of studio/sanctuary/school The Rad Life it is the pure ripping of your soul into words. sometimes if you are foolish enough, brave enough, you dare to share your soul spill to those outside... Continue Reading →
“If, then, my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.” ― Alan Wilson Watts
"I need you to stay open," Whispered the moon. I choose to ignore, Sensing the pull, That takes me to seclusion. "Stay brave," she insisted, Speaking to the broken edges, Wishing to inspire. But you see, Foolish enthusiast, You cannot out run the truths of the mind. They taught me well. The lessons they burned,... Continue Reading →
A week has passed. On my mind? I'm not sure, I am now just bravely settling into stillness. I have kept a high pace through the strides of the waking hours. I see my home only to sleep, the hours of the day spent evading, Jobs and responsibilities make great distractors. Stay busy fool. Stay... Continue Reading →
Tonight, Today, The days before, Damp with melancholy. I know it is unnecessary to be able to describe all the thoughts and emotions that come and go, but in this moment I wish I could. If I could interprete how I feel, then perhaps I can lean into what I need to resolve this. Maybe... Continue Reading →
