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Somewhere off the coast of Iceland.

I rarely get manic anymore.

I rarely get anything anymore.

Like I flatlined,

plateaued

that's it.

Out of dreams

out of love

out of fight.

I lived so many life times I lived myself

right out of time.

An undesired borrowed time in a constant state of survival.

Leaves a soul wanting.

Most die wanting.

I anti-wanted.

Less was the most.

Weightless is freedom.

Freedom from want

was connection.

None of it made sense till I was nameless.

In a place I have never been.

With an echo of supreme silence.

The earth stopped spinning just for me.

A nanosecond,

she ceased herself.

Four and a half billion year she waited to whisper this secret.

I was her.

Organic and made of dead stars.

I was a gift

Made of dreams

Made of love

Made of fight.

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How unkind my own mind has been to me. Ruthless and unrelenting. This is why your opinion of me has no value. I am cruelest to myself.

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“Don’t be fooled. Grief is a debt owed and paid for love. One does not endure without the other. Grief become an extension of you that can never remove. It is apart of you now, like the love was before it was gone. It one of the few things life guarantees, love and loss. Grief would not exist if we didn’t love. A heavy price..”

~ a book I haven’t written

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Music: Elliot Tordo Erhu 🎼 The Riders of Rohan

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akureyri, iceland

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Esturoy, Faroe Islands