we are fighters.
warriors not in the sense of battle
but in defeating the mind.
no obstacle is unconquerable.
we will wake to flooded cities
and push everyday.
never giving in,
always a little more,
nothing will stop us but
ourselves.
cloudburst symphonies fall like soft rain, receding into submission, closed curtain secrecy. a black fly s t r e t c h e s a wing ...
writing is an unburdening of the soul. a total release. a rebellion against control. often a painful process. an act that brings with it...
there comes a time when we have to face ourselves. to face our demons. confront our mortality. in a cage. under the lights. or on a...
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