werewolves, vampires, and witches are oddly familiar; these species’ come over as our true character in a mirror; showing ourselves some things we do are similar.
inspired by their choice of livelihood, and the choice of language which is spoken; i’m truly intrigued, with no need of loathing.
i’m adapting to its culture; hoping one day they’ll look high to the pedestal of my sculpture. not to be worshiped or treated like a goddess; i want love and kindness to reciprocate.
The book of Job warns us to avoid reducing God’s moral rule to easy formulas…
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pulling for successful outcomes; creating blueprints for financial freedom! though, it’s not a sole objective as a priority; i have to keep on going so the moves i make will be considered more than a minority…
clouded by how i feel about myself in most instances; i close my eyes, and i see interdependence. frustrated just a little, because i know my responsibility is to procreate new paths; i must continue to plant the seeds that’ll soon flourish beneath the grass.
the sailing ones;
Hebrew Reference
my stratagem I have for success, is precise; running my mind ragged making sure every decision I made was right. I have no experience in being perfect, but I do know what it is to be gracious and hospitable without regret. I have so much to be grateful for, and way more to sow into the world; with the obligation of faithfulness to be reaped back for all the goodness I furled.
my life was meant to be universal to all aspects; not limited to anything, knowledge swells more than I could explain, which I’m sure you could suspect. I am convinced, that better is possible; don’t allow your surroundings to make your future feel probable.
see what I won’t do is break my heart; I won’t tear my life apart! I’m gonna make sure I excel; I won’t send myself to hell…
I’m looking out for my own well-being; I’m making my own agreements.
I control this ship; I won’t allow my plans to publicly slip.
finding solace within the bounds of my own intellection; going toward profound places, to call my ascension in recollection. I am overly confident in the executions i plan on making; the job that i’ve inherited will now be a bequest awakening. every opportunity I have bestowed, shows that i use all necessary means to prove out anything I’ve been told.
we use each other in a diplomatic form; trying our very best to be proper in the agreements that were born. i am a shade pink anyone could understand; the road i’m taking has outrageous seams that are more than bland.
it all sounds wildly put together, but i promise you this is me explaining why in many ways, i am better. there are no specifics to elaborate on; what i can say is most inspiration was conceived from a time where i felt scorned.
humans as species are untrustworthy creatures; we don’t deserve to live forever
~ Unknown POV
we as a species really believe anyone and anything is beneath us, for this is why our life-expectancy has grown short; we already don’t appreciate the limited time we have, and if we were immortal, I doubt we would possess moral support. everyone aches for affairs that aren’t truly needed; I mean how much time do you really need to become a decent human being?
living on the edge is knowing that your last day, just may be today; learn to be grateful for the fact that you’ve opened your eyes with lungs full of air in a safe place; not everyone is comfortable in their shelter, most people feel the streets rather a house is better!
to think, there’re people who truly feel death is beneath them; what a wake-up call they’ll face when they’re condemned. Without judgment or criticism, I am observing a life where people truly take the priceless aspects of being alive as witticism; don’t get me wrong, who wouldn’t want to live very long?
i appreciate the infinitesimal things in mortality, i emerge myself in each moment, knowing i will cherish each day until i graduate and be rewarded with eternal life through my spirituality!
I write like I may forget what I have to say; as if there’s not enough time in the day! Imaginative and liberal in my words – some are appeasing, others are absurd. But it’s my freedom of speech; you don’t know what I may teach… whether its an opinion or fact; it’s my choice to say this or that
just add water, and wham! dust to a mud, simple Sam! not to go all cat in the hat, though, he held a lot value, moral, even facts; I find inspiration to come from a place of serendipity, it gives the appraising moment feelings of sensitivity.
I coming from a place of experience, where I was coherent of the trenches I’ve found myself in, to crawling at a running stage toward a dead-end. my bequest will be of new starts, of rough beginnings; understanding that a hand-out get’s popped, and hands-on gets props. I’m founding the best of to leave behind; there’s only a few souls who will comprehend what I’ve designed.
I am uplifting a movement that will spell my name; not for worldly possessions but for my successors to understand it’s spiritual fame; I am a Shunamite, laying linens for the futures slumber, for when it comes, rest will follow with the security of peace of mind, and not of plunder.
dirt can sound more trifle to any other element; but because it is priceless, people look over a blessing that is unlimited; why would I want you there when the journey is complete; when their was hard work that came with the easy tell of story, that might not be concrete. telling you my journey is one thing, but when it was hard and there was someone walking with you through it, that’s a moment you can’t pay to see.
spin you circle, see if it those in it can keep weightless as it is revolving; because when it’s begins to become heavy and stride begins to move slowly, you’ll see who was truly for you in the dirt and who has fallen.
True intimacy, is when things are all bad…
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show me what it is to feel the inconceivable, because i don’t want to be in love anymore, all it gets me is depreciation at it’s lower score. i find the ones that are scared to indulge in true happiness, my patience has run narrow to passive aggressiveness; you rather give away your heart to the mud, instead of introducing yourself to real love.
i’m disappointed in the way oxytocin drains from your mind, taking away something priceless, because you’re afraid to decide. i’m done playing nice knowing my emotions are at stake, never again will i level down to comfort another knowing my heart constantly ache.
the desire i use to have for you has withered away, happy that my recovery wasn’t that bad – my heart was really about to break! you showed me what it is to be encouraged and cared for, but you also showed me that i should tread lightly and to be careful; the idea of you being for me, almost had me thinking we were twin flames, sort to speak.
i am not venting, but simply learning. not everything is good for you, even if it’s something you always yearned to have or to be.
i’m finding more time to live the way i want, and as i get older, the less i desire to flaunt; I’ve began to cipher my words in plain sight, to keep eavesdroppers, from using my life for evil, out of spite.
i don’t run anymore, i have so much to accomplish, and many settlements to score; my way of having peace is seeing with my own eyes, the great things i can conceive.
life feels really good, even though things seem to be very bad; i’m fighting my battle in keeping myself from being depressed and sad.
i pray everyday for the better, especially for my child’s sake; i want him to know that his mommy worked hard for us every night and every day.
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