Happy BirthdayThrough the tears and the dark My hands are all I see Clutching my pillow in a desperate act In my mind’s eye, my fearsHappy Birthday
I cannot turn into Her again That door is closed to be And I be closed to She But not She to me Not again, places switched I cannot dwell on what that all could mean
A joke, a fraud, a fake am I A useless lie I hate myself and my fears A distasteful wish is death
And in those thoughts I lie More to the words I do not say Beyond what meets the eye
The Hounds of Guilt From whom I hear my name &
Self RobotHave you ever read something that has inspired you? Something as great as a thousand page book, or simple as a passing word with a stranger? It's amazing how the mind interprets something as having to do with your own life. How it effects you, or could, or has. To truely understand anything the mind must accept. Everything is new to a person at one point or another. It is how we accept and interpret these things we build ourselves. People who believe it is others that shape who we are are misunderstanding the basic concept that it is we who shape ourselves. It is how we interact with people is what invoke reactions that we iSelf Robot
Ahimsa
Oh yeah...
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happiness runs in a circular motion
thought is like a little boat upon the sea
everybody is part of everything anyway
you can have everything if you let yourself be
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I would stick to my day job, if I weren't nocturnal.
Thank you so much for the
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"I was the fourth of the Birds in born, I'm the Waning, the prelude of the fall and the start of a new cycle"
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"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go on to the grave with the song still in them."
-Henry David Thoreau
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