to forget, is to smile.
learning to fly requires loss of your wings to vacant memories that in the end, fill the heart with unpleasant laughter too often confused with love. always hoping to return to a comfortable bliss. Suffering creates crevices of the soul.
The process of creating art, surfaces emotion and then reason, filling in those crevices - completing us. with him
i climbed passion’s peak. without him i was able to see the horizon waiting on the other side. he lit the way to the version of me hidden under a temporary heart. the struggle to find a buried spirit is the only road that prepares us for a life like this. for skin as thick as this. everything a factitious bliss. |
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