The Milieu of a beautiful Life

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at times I get consumed picked torn apart distracted by bits and pieces of myself instead of absorbing ..love it's when I forget it is me...

people chase dreams ..and maybe there is nothing wrong with that to wander off into grandiosity even though we all know it has its own...

the world doesn't wait ..on you there's no time to catch up and you in your pain feel abandoned ..and disdained your heart in its grief...

if I could take anything back I'd rather have you alive than the memories instead we would probably still be estranged but at least it...

Sometimes, she still crosses my mind. Out of the blue. There seems to be no particular correlation from what I was doing to the thought...

I so easily see you clearly in your divinity as you yourself wallow in the humanity of your embodiment as if there is something to be...

that sense of helplessness ..watching you in agony I've felt it all before things welling up from the depth of my heart a nauseating...

you are not drowned by the sea my love the waves of emotions may as well be a rocky ride in your infinite need to sink deeper and deeper...

my beloved left death they call it the permanent disappearance of our embodiment I often wonder what that means but I haven't come up...

there comes a time in your life when you run out of yourself and you don't remember what turn to take to make things okay you hang in...