Beauty slaps it's beating heart in my face. Every day. Every day. It's blood splatters all over me and it falls into my hands. I choose to put it on a pedestal For worship. Because what is life without its beauty? It's dreary and not worth it. What is beauty without life? I don't think it exists. How do we even distinguish them?
A part of me feels like dying And why shouldn’t I be able to ebb and recede? Nature does it! And aren’t we all just a stack of bones dutifully reflecting our nature out into our world? I’m part drunk and stampeding through rough bush in thongs and boardies, Crashing through trees, like waves crashing … Continue reading No questions please,
The greatest fear of the refound man is a weak mind The trials and tribulations hold strength that he finds, Memories fade, searching he seeks time Confined fighting a war, serving the peace sign Written by anon-