Part of… the feel Real enough for you to feel -“FUCK YOUR FEELINGS!” -“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, What?!” -“I mean it, I want you to intimately become close with yourself. I want you to love yourself, so… FUCK…. your feelings” ❤️ Real talk… Redamancy: [Noun] - The act of love in rotation. More so, the act of love… in return. I am that alike to a rose and that! to which is picked and/or plucked, groomed… and given to this world with a timely stamp, and what’s cut… is a measurement… of life dispensed All at… the length of a thread. Separating… ME from sustenance, and if “love is the key” I just need to trust it It’s got me in a mood, and all I need… is LOVING. Could BE from ME or from OTHERS The key is to discover Well, so be it as these hands… stem to hold… hitherto… to the contingent… nature of my flaws, and MY… imperfections in awe and let!… integrity hopefully.. NAVIGATE-MY-WAY, a...
Home is missed… Family is missed… The memories of home can be found comfortably indulged on these long drives, long drives to reminisce after a long awaited visit, one where years are the distance. It’s a vivid recollection of memories, and he snaps out of it like a lucid dream, a trance of highway hypnosis. His gaze fixates on the road once more. He eagerly sips his coffee, hoping his drowsiness would be overturned by his excitement. “Damn, I need to pee…” he says lowly but with an intensity to himself. He knows he needs to stop soon. 2:31 AM is read on the dash He blackens it out with a press of a button then switches his attention onto the rearview mirror, then back again to his sights ahead “That’s odd” he thought, as he doesn’t spot a single car. Nor was there was a glimmer of headlights or flashes of red As a matter of fact, he doesn’t spot a single light post or light illuminating from inside of a house or building. It a...