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A brand new everything.
Sometimes, in order to move forward, you have to let go of things that are not finished, things that never got to tell their whole story, things that never even got to just “be”… Sometimes, in order to become, you have to come undone. Torn to pieces; reduced to ashes. It’s all so sad. To…
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The Sad Butterflies | poem
What isn’t real cannot hurt meBut nothing is less real than RealityYet each day it destroys me,Each day it destroys me… Nothing feels as real as this misery ;I can feel them buzzing inside of meWith wings made of painful memories,Wings pulled by rotten strings. Oh, here they come, the sad butterflies,Waking up the storms…
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I am the lost and found. | whispered ramblings
Sometimes, it takes a lot of getting lost before you can find yourself exactly where you are supposed to be. Growing up, I always felt out of place. Like, somehow, in spite of Its all-seeing all-knowing eye, the Universe had made a mistake and planted my soul in the wrong time & place. Some nights,…
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A different kind of light | poem
Happiness has always felt to me Like a meaningless thing to chase Some say it is the place to be Others that it’s out of this world I say it is a lie that you sell to a bird That you have trapped inside a cage. I have never been a believer Of Happiness as…
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Where the grass is greener…
Yesterday was my third year anniversary of living in Ireland. It has been a rollercoaster from the start and the first year & a half was actually hell in disguise, but it all lead me exactly where I needed to be. When I decided to leave France for Ireland, it was purely the last act…
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how to beat the darkness | whispered ramblings
It’s been almost a month since I wrote a “whispered ramblings” post. I have been too busy working on making things happen & convincing Reality to accept and wear the beautiful dress I made for her. I am writing this one for myself mostly as I am in need of a reminder of the strength…
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Where demons are born | a poem
Bad memories linger, they don’t flicker. They won’t go away with all the liquor, It can only make them stronger, Dancing around with more vigour. The place that you thought you had left behind Has in fact been following you around Hiding in the echoes of your footsteps, Singing along to your every heartbeat. Different…
…where Time is merciless and Light feeds darkness.
The Dawn Chorus… 