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Where do I start when I'm already at the end?
Where do I end when I've already started?


I can feel the warm breeze of self-consciousness slowly drifting away. Is this how it feels to be IT? Because isn't any human IT? What if we put aside our differences, our culture, our religion, our colour on our skin, our features and our flaws. Everything that defines us as HE or SHE. What would we become? An empty shell maybe, but what if we become something more, something new, something extraordinarily.
IT is revolutionary, IT is evolution. IT becomes You...

Yes, I believe we can be whatever we choose to be, that the universe is an endless example of existence far beyond our reach. Imagination can not even describe the limitations of memories collected to fit your perspective of the worlds. Why? There are nonexistent sources comprehending what you only see with your eyes, what you move with your body, what you feel with your heart and what you understand with your mind.
In other words you are the obstacles in your way, the observer of your journey, the maker of YOU.

What now was impossible, time, is now possible because I've now come to the end but it is here I start.

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The moon is like a painting right now and it shines all upon me with its radiant beams, covering every inch of my body making it glow. Just like when you stroke my hair down my neck, kiss my cheek my nose and gently put your lips on mine, when you hold me tight and say that you don't want to let me go...

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Listening to words, stronger than myself, more convincing than you and I. Looking towards the moon that is now fuller than most, wishing for it to help me find hope tho it only gives me flashbacks of memories turning into nightmares. Although everything seems lost it might not be to late for a miracle or even a sign of any sort. But it is the longing for what is coming that has clouded the minds of the young as well as the elders. 

The Wiseman once said...

We are simple images, fractured reflections of our own selfs, our past, our present, our future that no one, no greater power than we can restore. We are the creators of our faults, flaws and the movement of the earth itself. The antidote is us and we are the poison.

I did not really think much of the knowledge he granted me, the moment of silence he commended.

I am enlightened.


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Stay focused
Stay strong
Stay committed
Stay humble

PRAY🙏🏾AMEN

Neglect negativity, its the past.
Embrace positivity, thats the future.
Inhale it all and you shall see the present.

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See the stars glowing far away, their happiness makes me jealous.
Running towards something that doesn't exist, I'm lost.
Feeling that breeze touching my skin. A reaching hand?
The empty space between today, tomorrow and yesterday calls upon the nearby floating river.
All I do is cry behind this mask of love, tears of defeat and betrayal. It's a moving heartbreak.
Settle down, wait a minute...breathe and think of forgiveness. The never ending story.
Sharing the greatness of what this world could give. I don't want it.
Three steps forward equals ten steps back, square one.
It's been too long, the walking plays a trick on the mind. I don't like the view, pearls and diamonds.
I left my sandcastle of comfort to explore, be saved.
I ended up dead at a funeral instead. Good people came but the ceremony wasn't mine.
​Watch the circle of life. And as I lay my soul down to rest, remembrance of a shadow in the dark appears.

Find me!

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She's falling but she doesn't think he'll catch her
Cause her last relationship was a disaster
Accusations everyday she didn't know why
All her calls would be ignored he's on his own time
Shoulda' ended it before it started
All she ever got was broken hearted
He was cheating on her tryna' flip it
Back on her like a victim
Now she's all alone and starting over
Now she's got baggage on her shoulder
But the new guy really loves her
She loves him but she doesn't trust herself anymore

She's fallin' in love now
Losin' control now
Fightin' the truth
Tryin' to hide
But I think it's alright girl
Yeah, I think it's alright girl

Despite her past she can't help the attraction
He tells her that he's nothing like the last one
He redefines in every way what love is
She fell for him and hasn't gotten' up since
Every now and then she goes off though
Beating on his chest like a bongo
He understands she's coming from a hurt place
Answers all the questions on her survey
Doesn't get jealous, doesn't break trust
Doesn't call a hoe after hang ups
Gives her everything she ever wanted
And even though she still feels haunted

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Is this what power feels like? Then I dont want it. Can I only feel for the moment? Does the purple flower in my dream smell heavenly? Or is my imagination messing with my mind? Do my eyes see the truth that lay before me, but the obstacles of water runs right through. What the fuck am I actually having a conversation about? Who am I talking to? All I see is my reflection in the mirror slowly fading away. Give me something to feel or else what would be left, if only not the notes on my paper when writing this?

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I can feel the rain showering my body, covering every inch of what is left of me.
​It's like the tears that recently fell down in my hands are now as cold as ice. ​I am no more.
​The creep is slowly becoming my own shadow, a part of me, as it's working it's way up my spine. That trembling emotion, whispering, wake up call.
​My mind is lost just as the happiness I reminded myself about only lifetimes ago. I do not want to call those fears out again, for they will hunt me down where I stand firm to the ground. The earth I've helped build with every part of my soul.
​These are my lessons...they give me hope, they fight to believe, they raise me stronger than most but as easily they tear me apart, breaks my faded pieces into dust and simply disappear with no traces.
​Should this be the thinking, wishing or composition of the years, the weeks, the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds of my existence?
​It's been cold and a long time coming, what is you waiting for.......waterfalls

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As I sit here looking through the window, the hours seems to just pass me by
...the memories start to fade...

The tumbling rain outside hitting the ground reminds me of the tears I once cried when loosing you. But the sand in the hourglass, the hourglass you trapped me in, the one I was stuck in, the one I couldn't get out of doesn't hold me like a genie in the bottle anymore. I heard a voice from a far, it set me free. I am no longer a prisoner of indecisive decisions made by an incompetent delusion.

As I sit here looking through the window, the hours seems to just pass me by
...the memories start to fade...

It is almost like a painting, from a distance everything is clear, as the heavens above, but taking 1 step, 2 steps, 5 steps then 10, the truth will prevail. What meets the eye, you see, is flaws. Thats true perfection. I wish I could've made you understand the difference between beauty and "beauty". I hope that you see this through.

As I sit here looking through the window, the hours seems to just pass me by
...the memories start to fade.

I can feel the black ink from my pen floating on my white paged notebook, turning the words I write into grey ashes that the simmering wind blows away like dust upon a wave crusin' along the beach. Is it time to lower the guard and tear down the wall I built just because of insecurities based on choices that cannot be fulfilled nor lived up to. The hunger of satisfaction will only please the heart if you're in it to win it. Therefore you've already lost your case.

As I sit here looking through the window, the hours seems to just pass me by, the memories start to fade but i am not afraid.


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