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i am nebulous, trying to become one . met a "friend" who was and wanted the opposite .

it just wasn't enough [ positive ]

i hearing from both voices from the deep . one is extremely happy and full of joy, another is bitter and stirring with hurt and fear . and now i accidentally posted exactly what both are saying . working on this

i am scared of the way

this hope is radiant, piercing warmth through the outer shell of being free, without resistence, without even knowing

this is how we fall, and it will be beautiful

feeling a lot less safe the more i get into adulthood .

i am afraid of the dark . i am afraid of falling

i am resisting and i hate it . hate feeds the fear . not where i need to be . but i'm here, stuck in the nebulous . i don't know what i am

i am looking at everything and recognizing that there is no direction atm . am i tired of ... ? no, that can't be

i don't know what any of this means . i might be very lost, i keep getting too attached to the process without zooming out . i am tired of looking inward . i am burning out

please just let me
love ,
, live

the words are meaningless from here onwards

the more the process of reigniting the flame repeats, the more profound the experience will bring . hear the hum, swallow the silence, fear is no match to light

this is what it's like to lose the magic in real time . it's only just starting to gain form from another spark, so don't lose hope

what starts with us, ends with us

↬ ⟴◯⛮○⬲ ↫
ε . . . · ï · ˙ ˙ ˙ з

oh, there's that song again

...

i am going to catch it

this love, contained, frail and quaint . this hatred, stirring, flailing and faint . this fear, surrounding, suffocating, and shimmering, removing light and color . protect this love, this joy, and play with the intervals through the noise . say what needs to be said without claim

Did you Want to Be Unstoppable?

Are you Afraid to 👁️🪞❌⭕?

I Will Not Claim to Understand your Motivation and Fear, but i Do.

Let it Go or Let it Consume you. Either way you Are Changing.

something was lost, something was gained .... no, we have to find what we lost, again and again . i keep holding onto ideas as they lose their spark, even if it means i'm yielding what needs to be said for years

there's something aching to be recognized and released . muffled, screaming inside where there is no light, drowning in layers where there is no time to speak

to speak is to breathe, even for a few breaths or so, before encouraging it to come out of its shell with compassion and understanding

:o) for @slitherbop.com ✨!!

[i just hope you'd see it one day . there's so much i didn't tell you, and you will know why after it's done . is it a secret ? no, but i don't give away intentions that easily, i try to embody this all-encompassing feeling . some days, i'm so far detached from it . part of the process is to wait]

多分、風邪

if i continue to work on this story, will i cause more problems during the process? because [i don't feel able to tell you that yet]

butterflies can't separate its wings apart ! why is it doing that? why :<

draw something pretty and burn it

something's ....... wrong

IT told me bliss was inevitable, but never strived

everything is subject to remain stagnant as i change