When the skies are desolate and shattered, void of all colour and hopes of a feeling worth holding onto… Plant your feets into the soils beneath you, allow your very self to begin assimilating back into the collective conscious we all came from, whence so long ago we chose to digress from… allow the roots of your being, the quaking stillness that dwells in the endless hallways of our infinite selves, our god selves and even our childrens children whom have already dreamt your mothers dreams, to Come home, and lay at the hearth that burns in us all. Come home.
Come Home
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I reached my transcendental like enlightenment through a lifetime of pain and suffering that I wouldn't wish upon anybody. some of it brought upon my parents that left me in a motel when I was 1 years old, but most of it... Brought upon by my own self in self-destructive ways. I wouldn't take it back for the world nor a crown. In the Grand scheme of things... It took my own destruction three times over and many people left hurt or worse in the ashes of my wake to finally become something worthy of this world. View all posts by nilbynoon
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I am but a bird seeking solace in the etheral. Fleeting, fluttering moments of purity wrought amidst a sea of chaos 