A blue moon ago, I was asked, “What does it mean to love?” Well, I think I have an attempt to an answer. To love someone is to have someone else love you when you hate yourself. Understand the difference in each other, build a bridge to comprehend perspectives. Ground yourself, reteach you how to … Continue reading – untitled love entry –
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QUARANTINED
QUARANTINED Isolation, Trapped in the body But freed in the mind. A prisoner to your own thoughts. The body, disconnected from the senses, The cardinal light, hidden behind walls of stone AND SELF DOUBT tucked snuggly next to self-worth. The mind, a torrent of unyielding ideas too powerful for the body to hold. It collapses, … Continue reading QUARANTINED
Halfway to Forever 