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The Cycle

Stuck in a drought; a rut.

Mind a desert filled with mirages of thoughts once dreamed.

No escape from the possibilities 

So in reach they seemed.

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Mor(t)ality

Questioning one’s own mortality is something that is very seldom brought up into everyday conversation, if ever. When you face a circumstance in which this inevitable variable of your life is presented to you, what actions would you take? 588 more words

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Love

Love isn’t the process of finding someone who is perfect for you.

Love is about finding that person who is meant for you.

Beauty comes in many forms and to find it within another person is a rare experience.

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Orchidaceae

Verdant regal stalk

Erecting succulent honey folds

Elegant merging

 

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Love

Unseen

Not one of you has ever seen me,
None of you;
Even those who know me.
I could never show myself to them.

They’ve seen a mirage of my mind; 78 more words

Personal

13.

There once was a girl who dived off a pier
And swam away in the sea, crystal clear.
The waves crashed around and she was lost, yet she was found. 9 more words

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