alright, enough's enough. I know pleasure when I have seen it- but I also know addiction when I have chased it. My life belongs to so much more than the hits from the temporary, forsaking the pursuit of eternity. My race ends here, seek truth and it will set you free. Today I choose to let it free me.
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I stand at the edge of tomorrow and I still beg the question, does today really have to end?
I've got so much left to miss - yesterdays that I want to remain.I don't remember 'exhaustion' being listed in my tuition.If I was a ship, I'd be halfway in the Atlantic - missing my anchor and wondering where the hell did my crew go. I would not be a good ship.your brain, the tool for your best decisions your anchor for the worst. What remains as the last defense before perilously plunging to the depts of your impulse, chords gone taught from the weight of the heart. Ah yes. The brain, what good is it if not to balance a heart.its too early to be asking the big questions, good morning? whats for breakfast? are you ignoring me? pshh what am I socrates?dont be decieved
these months too will pass
even faster than you may realize
steady yourself, and slow their roll
they belong to youOur solar clock has ticked, so begins a new week. What plans await us?
They remain in destiny's keep.The weather shifts but your warmth remains. I shelter what little is left of your embrace. Time threatens to dull your sting - but the taste of your venom is a memory I'll keep.If dreams were a forest,
sheltering hope in their shade.
When the leaves broke beneath us
Remember - they knew we'd pass this way.
Carry what remains.Lust is a borrowed flame, it burns brighter with another - but will leave you freezing when its gone. The struggle is inevitable, but a light never burnt is still warmth you can carry for the next venture.I am imperfect. I need healing, I know the name that promises these very things - but to listen to their voice takes time. I cant promise I'll be free immidiately but I will escape. One chain link at a time.can you feel it? its the warm embrace of 3 months of pure nostalgia on the horizonI aint fucking around so why do I keep finding out?withered roses and cheap chocolates are all I could ever ask forwho said we needed to know the road to floor the gas? if you ain't empty then drive!winters touch is all too familiar for the vagabond, season not requiredto live is to forgive, to hate is clipping your own wings.scariest things were never under our bed, but who wants to check the mirror?Dare to breathe, draw it in- let it ruminate, and set it free. Life is awaiting, capture it. -
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