In darkness and in light. Here I stand. A tree indomitable to any storm or earthquake. Not even a stray lightning bolt could set me aflame. For I am still god. Rooted in darkness. Soaring in light. Branching out with fruits of my labor given only to thee that I trust. Even if it's only me.
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Muse of Madness
PoésieI am a hermit. Learning how to find a place to call home within me. These are a collection of my findings. From my madness in psychosis to my clairaudience that teaches me self awareness. I believe we all have voices inside us that seem to reach fro...
