Sometimes the universe tests you to the point where everything seems blurred and everyone seems to be lying and you just can't decide if you're a part of the universe or apart from it, but it's times like these that you need to remember that even though the world might call you heartless, you're only reaching out to your heart less, and be strong, be brave, for we are all good people doing bad things accidentally on purpose because we're erratic human divinities - filled with hope and regret and love and fear and all things beautiful and frightening, and we'll never lose this, because this isn't a war, and no-one wins a war anyway.
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
