for some odd reason, I'm feeling really [self]conscious about my writing today - especially the fact that some are posted here..
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for some odd reason, I'm feeling really [self]conscious about my writing today - especially the fact that some are posted here..
Love dies when the romantic loses hope to find its way out from the rabbit hole. To simply embrace the darkness of a narrow tunnel; to deny the thrill of being lost.
Those who feed the worthless and the lost in despair. They come unknowingly like uninvited guests. Except they are not guests, they are demons. They are your bane. Your punishment. Your denial. Your pain. They have come to haunt you and they have chosen to stay uninvited. Permanent demons. You sleep with them in your mind. You wake with them in plain view. Raining misery. Pouring cruelty. Serving hatred for breakfast, fear for lunch and anger for supper. Yet you choose what to eat and you choose when the demons leave.
Took a foggy walk today.
Today I’m left behind with a trail I was meant to follow for later.
Forgive the distance I’ve painted— it is not often for me to create a masterpiece of longing.
i have never loathed myself more than ever before
Between, Braided Books by Math Monahan
By allowing the tension of the circle arrangement to hold the object together, without adhesives or restraint, the pages slowly unbraid themselves over time giving the installation the opportunity to become books, again, in their original form.
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Ropes
Freedom. Oh what a relieving thought tis this freedom. To be floating around with no force to pull you down. Not Earth’s gravity or life’s heavy burdens. This freedom we speak about, will outlast us, will free us. A leap of faith is freedom. Belief that your Lord will not leave you to your vices. He will catch your fall. Your free fall.
Different views of Picadilly Circus by George Hyde-Pownall