it’s time to be unapologetic, harsh, and firey
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there must be a dark space to pass through.
a darkness, an embracable darkness. something heavy, and in that weight a confrontation.
enter the pain, enter the terror, and breath it through like a fresh summer breeze, a space where we have the solitude of our depths, but also the infinine possibility
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no one, no one is speaking of anything, the air is full of fluff, their lungs are full of words… their bodies position.
subconsciously craving power.
they forget to strengthen
they thrive on weakness
they fill space and time
fuck you.
when you first see me, you are both terrified and enchanted, for I have extreme power, sometimes I know how to use it and sometimes it flys off of me like loose arrows
All in the Golden Afternoon
Days are long and life is short
This one is just beginning.
I twist my fingers and grind my teeth
Stretch before rising
Open the French doors and let the moths in.
Collect the mail and throw it away.
Coffee, cigarette, organic fruit.
I stare into a mirror until I am not alone.
“True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.”
― Jean Cocteau
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TESS TENNESSEE MILLER 