Somehow when I've lost all energy, I still have the will to step forward once more. I can still garner the little strength needed to breathe. And time continues it march. Relentless. Pounding. Rhythmic. Until I can lie to sleep...
And still it pounds its steady beat blood coursing through my temples, doing everything that isn't holy, feeding a mind that should just stop and repent. I hurt, I want to sleep in these daylight hours. But I can't, I think of all the things that must be done and all the the hours that must be lived. Drifting away from shore, I grow worried and my eyes dart from side to side. How will I stay afloat?
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- Stefan
- Passionate about writing and reflecting on the everyday. Aesthetic, subtle, and fun. Creative, observant, nice. Searching for people with whom to be strange, sing a little and dance about... Spot me hanging around studious and/or chill places, practicing yoga, or searching for aesthetics of taste, intoxicant, textile or intellectuals. I flit a little in photography, writing, and continually create. Whose to know what will lead my curiosity… all I know is that I am looking for roots, authenticity and substance. I’ve decided. I’m demanding more all while just going with life. It's not worth getting all tangled up, get over it.
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