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— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Crack-Up

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“The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Crack-Up
To be melodramatic
Or not.
Well shit here I go.
Nobody is allowed to smell my flowers.
Here's the metaphore,
It is simple:
I am a complex working of nature
Much like the roses growing in a garden.
Everyone can sniff my wisps
Of fragrance blowing in the wind.
I am surrounding myself with a barbed wire.
This is because there is not an interest
In how long it took me to grow
But rather a comparison of beauty
Of the tulips growing beside me.
Here comes melancholy:
My petals, thorns, and roots are
Too sacred to be shared
Because the water that it took to
Allow me to grow,
Came from acid rain
I had to filter through to live.
Now the broken thorns,
Bruised petals, and
Tangled roots that
Have healed and flourished
Are mine.
Ego
I want to embody myself.
To you and yours.
Outside of my body.
Give perspective on what's inside.
My strengths,
My passions,
My character,
My soul.
Intentions and tribulations.
Who are you
To embody me?
To define my peace and my wretchedness?
Although we are one beyond this form,
We are not the same when we are born.
I have experiences unique to me.
Understand that and let it be.
Do not judge my pathway to light.
Search for your flame
In the sun and the night.
The day will come
When we see eye to eye.
Work on yourself
And brightness you will find.
“Two things prevent us from happiness; living in the past and observing others.”
— Anonymous (via rejoice-in-despair)
Not here
Don't find comfort in me.
I have not found comfort in myself.
Don't search for the mystery
In me,
The mystery
Is me .
Don't love me.
My love is bound by a shattered soul
But my presence is
Endless.
Don't say you found my comfort
When your comfort is found in her
Don't say you found my mystery
If you find an endless sea in her eyes
Don't love me.
My love can't be compared.
Don't long for me
I was never yours.
I break my own heart everytime I think my perception is your reality
Exuberance
The wave is ever changing. I am feeling things more than ever. Understanding and awakening. It is marvelous! Reality has been altered by my own. What is it we wonder? Is the magic really surrounding me? Am I apart of a puzzle? Or engraved in the whole? An answer won’t be revealed through our eyes. It will be channeled and melded to the soul. Having the knowing gives way change. Spread love and miracles. The clique is true. Love is power. Love is all. Love is more than Love. It is a unity, Not just with a lover. Love is intention done positively. Love is our words spreading energy to another. It encompasses the all and it holds reverence. Listen to the rant but feel it too. Understand my words are a message to you: Your energy cannot be seen, But your energy is you. Be one with the world her nature and her people. Attain peace within your soul.
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.
Vincent van Gogh (via quotemadness)