love
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Lost Cause
hopeless romanticsurrounded by love.lustfulwithout intention;distancing herself—from it all.heartbroken at herself—she means no harm.what is it—that draws her affection?beauty? God?anything beyond the surface?how petty.a hopeless romantic—she is.distancing herself from lovewondering the answerto her lost cause.
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I remember I would come here when I had no other place to go
I remember being here when I was alone. I imagine those who stumble upon by blog as those just walking by on the street. I’m walking down the street by myself watching you in your own worlds walk past. I imagine it snowing. And the streets are lined with light…
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It’s Sunday and you’re beautiful
It takes a while to understand the Truth. Some of us are just born knowing it. I, for one, wasn’t. And though I understand now at 23, sometimes I still forget. In a Divine world, it’s easy for this to happen. Ironic, isn’t it? Oh but the Universe knows so…
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The rain whispered me back to sleep
How can I avoid such beautiful times, under the whispers of the rain and dark morning skies. They sing me sweet songs, secrets from above; singing so softly, the hymns of their love. How can I awake from these beautiful tides forcing me back to sleep, forcing to close my…
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“I’m almost there” in a place of no destination
As this site grows, I have no other choice but to grow with it. Recently, I’ve finished my Therapeutic Yoga certification course. And I passed. With deadlines and more tasks, I ask myself where a break for me lays. Thinking about this made me realize I never really will get…