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22:38 May 21 2025
Times Read: 70
Into the night we venture. For it is the land without the light not giving us an illusion of the clingy grasp of society. Twisted words or beliefs we seem to be drawn into. I try to inspire for more, give love ,write love and feel emotional solitude that we reach for and grasp to hold. For my world is twisted with fantasy and belief to show my heart and not to trap souls of those who drawn to it.
For humanities words become twisted in meaning and confuses this wolf. It becomes puzzles i wish or ignore to face. For my inner self is timid and shy; only the harshness of my outside i show. Sometimes i wish to lay down and sleep for good so the troubles i create or the worlds brash tone will not bother me no more. But i push on longing and timid like a mouse. Into the night we venture not knowing where we go but following the moon and the heavens we dream of.
23:18 May 20 2025
Times Read: 84
Society pull yourself off the depressed mood and feel the warmth of your lover, smell the fragrances of the earth and live.
For the clouds of society seem dark and grey, there is light within the crevasses of the clouds. For it cannot rain forever, we must see the light, be the light, be the inspiration to others through our kindness.
Grow, be yourself and feel the wind upon your body; For life is too precise to hide within the shadows of cultural and society ruins.
23:22 May 15 2025
Times Read: 212
You can never go home,
A statement human always say.
For the memories of the past
Have all faded away
We can never go back to the time we knew, our youth, our friend's, and our homes.
For like our mortal body things change with the years
Time does not stop for us it must push on
Until the hands of the clock rust and fail.
Live, love and enjoy the time you live in now
For soon it will be a memory of the time past.
That you wish to relive, and be at
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But death has the final word on all Things!
22:48 May 14 2025
Times Read: 225
The rain drops keep create a tempo on the metal roof of my house, like a lullaby of a song of my youth that I had forgotten. The trees sway to the music but they do not hear the words of the lullaby that is playing a warning to those who choose to grow up, the wind whispers its thoughts as the world seems to be crying. yet the drama of the world is sheltered from some eyes; for lessons that have been taught have been embedded in one's soul and cannot be tossed or stripped for it holds upon their souls.
I travel my own path, based on logical and social beliefs that hold me strong. distance from the mundane zombies that fill the concrete paths of this world. That live in their homes and venture to work and nothing more. A shell of the egg of the once had the freedom of their youth whose mind was set on what was best for them and believed in everything. we all grow old and have the children that become mirror images of our younger souls. we wish them the best, yet the crossroads of hell are so alluring that sometimes they are swallowed by the poison of this earth, the beliefs and the drugs that create false illusions of the mind.
We wish them the best and hope once again the sight of their families and life become clear. all we can do is travel the path we choose, not what others want us to believe and follow. Throw away the hurt and follow your heart. Much like the fable of Peter Pan, for when innocence is lost, we forgot about all the fantasies of another realm and time.
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COMMENTS
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hazelthewolf24
05:14 May 22 2025
Nice
calebtoole23
20:46 May 22 2025
Deep stuff man, :/