Hold on, to this.
The moment, the second
of fate, nearly missed.
Your courage- radiating,
coursing through your veins and blood,
like a fire, suddenly deep satiating.
Hold on, to this.
Life's scintillating gift,
time's imaginary
and playful, sweet kiss.
The beckoning, it calls.
Heaven's deathly descent
and the heavy fall.
Hold on, to this.
Unrest will soon awaken
to take back,
what was so willfully dismissed
and so quickly forsaken.
Just.
Hold on.
Spotlight
- mynameisjane
- hi, with warning. i am entirely damaged and crazy with masochistic tendencies and an addictive self-destructive personality. but i am in the trials of self-recovery- though thoroughly failing in the process, here's to hoping- one day- someday. in form of pure tried articulation of the written word, this space keeps the highly erratic and darkly emotional self reflection of my contemplative life with bits of sunshine scattered in between. i am a mess; i absolutely create disasters and inevitably fuck everything up. so decide if you are one who actually thinks and chooses for his own mind or one who is fated to predestined cowardice, forever running away like the rest of the narrow minded sheep in this world and unable to embrace the violent and bittersweet storm of harsh realness.
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