Reality
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Freud
I’m about to sit down and snuggle with one of my Christmas presents. It is a book by Sigmund Freud called ‘The Interpretation of Dreams.’ I’d imagine it will hand me another key to my perception of reality, which I’m… Continue reading
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Feel
Some days, I can’t be here for you. Some days I need you, to hold my softness and let me fall. It is a beautiful drift of snow that feathers the earth of me. A gentle spring breeze beyond the… Continue reading
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Call Me Shakespeare
Oh! Has this truth been truly seen! But a glimpse into a floating sea of strange reality, but a knowing truer than true can be! Who is Shakespeare? That terrible, desperate soul, falling, falling, landing evermore in the stories of… Continue reading
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Myself.
I have seen myself in the world around me. In the people, things and places I love. In the people, things and places I hate. In the people, things and places I care only slightly for. I block myself from… Continue reading
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Fly Away
Here I am, now. Me. And I fly and I fly and I fly away, now. Still me. Flying, flying away. They tell me not to fly away. They tell me not to fly away. Continue reading
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This Quiet Storm
I am me. Just me. Not who you think I am. Not who you wish I would be. Just who I am. This quiet storm. Me. Continue reading
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I Am Loved
There you are behind a soft, uncertain smile, surprised that you are loved. You are loved. It is your expectation that has made it seem not so. You see the world and ask it to hold you as you wish… Continue reading