To pursue this path, to create this Art when the process of this Art itself is to heal and to make whole,
how, when the only process I knew before was to pick an open wound and thereby open this door...
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Change. The art of transformation, the meaning of this or any alchemical process inevitably always is to transmute from one form to another. And that has always been the goal and that always been the...
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You planted these seeds inside me, living roses living only to rise upwards towards the sun.
Though each reaching outward and moving inward of their own design, both are always moving onwards to go...
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The Tower added to Galleries.
As if writing this will lift me up these stairs
as some sick faith keeps calling me
to talk to mySelf again
as some vicious pulse slowly beats me on to death
As if...
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Remember that story?
The one that reminded you that that’s all it is.
A story.
One that you write with every breath, with each turn of the hurricane inside your heart.
That You are the paper. You are...
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These words are meaningless until I find You again.
Stop blocking the words.
Why won't you let me pass?
You have something of me.
I want it back.
I am so tired of thinking clearly.
My mind has...
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The Hanged Man added to Galleries. Happy New Year friends & strangers.
After everything else was washed away
this heart still leaves a stain
and as I sit here for the 1000th time today
I'll...
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