I am... Fire and water... mutable and fixed... exalted in depth, borne out of darkness. In light there is only hope... in darkness, revelation. I am what is not... darkness is.
Scorpio on the rise on the verge... on the edge. Kaleidoscope... light refracting light, any piece of you is a piece of me. I will do everything once... thrice in my other lives, beyond this lies truth and the void. Always pay your karmic debts gracefully, for within them lie the seeds of your salvation... and mine.
I've lived many places, seen many faces and heard many tongues. Love is universal. My life was stolen from me too young and spent many years in search of it... I have now reclaimed it.
Sleep is a luxury I do without, like most all luxuries... side from the solitary walks in the woods, tree-lined escapes, empty alleyways and wet tar rooftops... my Gotham... the quietude of the soul at peace. To wake and to breathe is to risk all that binds to this existence... ephemeral by nature, beautiful by way of fragility.
I am the presence in the room you can feel but too elusive to corner... the mirror that challenges your perception of self. I did not choose this, but it is a gift. I seek relentlessly the souls that will challenge my own. The brave, the bold, the wicked and the true may apply within... within.
Caffeine is a food group.
On my profile you will see what you wish... wannabe diva, poet extraordinaire to the birds and the bees that uses too many big words for her own good, inner-child amused and wondrous in light of colours unseen... girl, woman... seeker or messenger... or nothing at all.
What you will not see... the most at peace I have ever felt was when I had no job, no money, no car, no home and no lover to comfort me. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. I was powerful and humble, and I did not sleep for weeks... for my being was electrified and in awe of the expanse of the universe and the transcendance and absolute beauty of the NOW.
Neurosis is sexy.
I write, I draw, I sew, I paint, I dance, I laugh, I love... I create! I'm not from here, and maybe neither are you. I was lost from inception but I have focus in completion. To be... complete.
If you tell me I am beautiful, I will be humbled and I will smile... but I won't believe you. Probe my mind and fathom my soul, then tell me again... and I will love you.
Soul mates are for pain and for growth. A _ _ _ _ _, karmic debt paid.
What you see is what you get, but what do you see? TRUTH is in the eye of the beholder. I want what you see, but I am not bound to it... To Thine Own Self Be True!
Religion is the antidote to spiritual laziness. I have no use for cures. For your sake, SEEK! Stillness of mind has the power to stir shadows. Motions of the heart... like the wind, need not be seen to be felt.
Maybe, home is... like standing on a razor blade on the edge of a cliff with not a breeze to be felt.
I plumb the depths and seek the very egdes of my being... stretched into space... where does me end and you begin? I push, relentlessly to feel more... more. You can only know what your boundaries are if you are willing to push them.
Get bent!
00. I live for the nanosecond moments my ego dies and my spirit stretches to eternity. I drink champagne after I get robbed because I'm thankful I'm still alive to know what cold steel on my temple feels like.
01. Rainy days make me home sick but I don't know what home is. I have no use for umbrellas. I run to the nearest swingset and swing until I can touch the sky and cry because I'm so happy until my mascara turns my cheeks black. Puddles are for gazing.
02. Insomnia is when the world in the mirror wakes up. All the worlds collide into one. My cat is a panther and the walls fritter away into space. Jagged lines falling like feathers made of lead in ever shortening strokes from the tip of my instrument of choice click - click frantically frenetic pace is what makes art, chaos creative. Where the ink meets the paper... cryptic, didactic, synaptic.
03. I don't do regret. There are no coincidences... only synchronicity. Nothing is trivial, everything has a reason... even nothing. The door is open. Walk... no Run! Why beat yourself up? You do what you do with who you are at that time and if you had to go back you would be who you were then and you would do the same thing which would lead you to be who you are now. Learn. Love yourself.
Scorpio on the rise on the verge... on the edge. Kaleidoscope... light refracting light, any piece of you is a piece of me. I will do everything once... thrice in my other lives, beyond this lies truth and the void. Always pay your karmic debts gracefully, for within them lie the seeds of your salvation... and mine.
I've lived many places, seen many faces and heard many tongues. Love is universal. My life was stolen from me too young and spent many years in search of it... I have now reclaimed it.
Sleep is a luxury I do without, like most all luxuries... side from the solitary walks in the woods, tree-lined escapes, empty alleyways and wet tar rooftops... my Gotham... the quietude of the soul at peace. To wake and to breathe is to risk all that binds to this existence... ephemeral by nature, beautiful by way of fragility.
I am the presence in the room you can feel but too elusive to corner... the mirror that challenges your perception of self. I did not choose this, but it is a gift. I seek relentlessly the souls that will challenge my own. The brave, the bold, the wicked and the true may apply within... within.
Caffeine is a food group.
On my profile you will see what you wish... wannabe diva, poet extraordinaire to the birds and the bees that uses too many big words for her own good, inner-child amused and wondrous in light of colours unseen... girl, woman... seeker or messenger... or nothing at all.
What you will not see... the most at peace I have ever felt was when I had no job, no money, no car, no home and no lover to comfort me. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. I was powerful and humble, and I did not sleep for weeks... for my being was electrified and in awe of the expanse of the universe and the transcendance and absolute beauty of the NOW.
Neurosis is sexy.
I write, I draw, I sew, I paint, I dance, I laugh, I love... I create! I'm not from here, and maybe neither are you. I was lost from inception but I have focus in completion. To be... complete.
If you tell me I am beautiful, I will be humbled and I will smile... but I won't believe you. Probe my mind and fathom my soul, then tell me again... and I will love you.
Soul mates are for pain and for growth. A _ _ _ _ _, karmic debt paid.
What you see is what you get, but what do you see? TRUTH is in the eye of the beholder. I want what you see, but I am not bound to it... To Thine Own Self Be True!
Religion is the antidote to spiritual laziness. I have no use for cures. For your sake, SEEK! Stillness of mind has the power to stir shadows. Motions of the heart... like the wind, need not be seen to be felt.
Maybe, home is... like standing on a razor blade on the edge of a cliff with not a breeze to be felt.
I plumb the depths and seek the very egdes of my being... stretched into space... where does me end and you begin? I push, relentlessly to feel more... more. You can only know what your boundaries are if you are willing to push them.
Get bent!
00. I live for the nanosecond moments my ego dies and my spirit stretches to eternity. I drink champagne after I get robbed because I'm thankful I'm still alive to know what cold steel on my temple feels like.
01. Rainy days make me home sick but I don't know what home is. I have no use for umbrellas. I run to the nearest swingset and swing until I can touch the sky and cry because I'm so happy until my mascara turns my cheeks black. Puddles are for gazing.
02. Insomnia is when the world in the mirror wakes up. All the worlds collide into one. My cat is a panther and the walls fritter away into space. Jagged lines falling like feathers made of lead in ever shortening strokes from the tip of my instrument of choice click - click frantically frenetic pace is what makes art, chaos creative. Where the ink meets the paper... cryptic, didactic, synaptic.
03. I don't do regret. There are no coincidences... only synchronicity. Nothing is trivial, everything has a reason... even nothing. The door is open. Walk... no Run! Why beat yourself up? You do what you do with who you are at that time and if you had to go back you would be who you were then and you would do the same thing which would lead you to be who you are now. Learn. Love yourself.
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damn you are gorgeous! I'll be back to read you entry later