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@lenzyhoodtimes
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…in a nutshell
Maybe the light is gone. Maybe I’ve been living inside the cave so long my eyes have grown accustomed to the deep dark. Am I dancing in delusion. The flicker I feel The light My shine. Am I just seeing refractions of light off the pool of sea water. I feel my fire. Is it only warm and strong enough to reach my own touch. Is it invisible to the touch and feel of others. Is my light dancing in a dimension obtainable by No one but myself. Why do I even want to share the illusion of light I think I have. What’s happening
I miss passion
Reblogged this in 2019 and still can’t remember the last time I’ve felt passion like this outside of myself or anything near. I’ve extremely passionate and not sure how to fulfill it.
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Can’t really remember when it began. The feeling brings a calming tingle. Something like what laughing babies, or hot cocoa on a snow day make most feel. Like that drop of water that, though delicate and insignificant, carves rivers into mountains. That single drop of water that creates caves and caverns in the side of the mountain. These crevasses create a stronghold for other types of wildlife. Thriving ecosystems in a space so vast, so constant, so seemingly unchanged. When did a solid heart become as porous as a sponge? Which tear created the first river? Which episode created the flood so strong that no remanent of what was now is? Yet it burns as more caverns a are created. It burns so deeply and vibrant. Murmur, attack, break, less. All words following heart which could easily describe the root of the feeling. But as it trickles down, up and around my heart, constricts my heart, hurts my heart. It keeps me knowing I’m alive. The only constant that solidifies that truth. I am not dead and I know because of the pain.
"...hello police? this person drew a stick figure for me online after i threatened to call the police on them for tax evasion. why are you laughing stop it"
I'm just saying...
i miss her so much i think about her every single day (the local library)
lil' kim on mtv fanatic, 1999.
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I'm sorry I stopped writing you Lenzy. It's unfortunate but I no longer exist. Like this note, it doesn't exist either. Okay, bye.
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