Formally: Lust &/ Love

It’s been an era. Times change, people moved on. I am a strange loop; and I am back here. The space between, lust- the aether; the force, Love- implied of course.

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Yearning for a phantom

Listen to Yearning for a phantom by Eliments #np on #SoundCloud

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I’m obsessed.

What did I do here?

I had the opportunity of meeting a friend that I made .

It’s so odd on how much you craft a person personality only of which you recall.

Everything of what she said I could barely remember like a tide returning shells to a beach where they be washed away.

There’s a sense of being proud in doing the right thing. And yet a fear that I forget myself and whom made myself moment to moment.

Am I now?

Or am I then?

It’s painful.

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I once fell asleep seeing words in my dream. A feat where scriptures are difficult to form.

I’ve fallen asleep knowing no one- faces of whom I’ve never met. Yet every line and wince are seen up close.

I now hear music… and I know I am in the embrace of Sleep, much like Vessel.

I worry. Have I been dead?

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I think about you… and the only way for me to share is dropping into the aether.

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To whom I dreamt of the past few days.

Thank you.

Your company is easing my aching heart.

Don’t hold me in your grasp for too long.

I must wake and be within the ‘light and lived.

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TikTok - Make Your Day

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I wanted to ask: do you feel haunted when you hear music or do you celebrate at the thought of me? I’m haunted by my thoughts but celebrate you…

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I am emotionally exhausted.

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I hate my frequency.