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So lost in modernity
That simple human connection
Is replaced, monetized by therapy
We share in the brokenness
But not in the unity of
What could make each of us smile
Make one another happy
Cost-benefit has broken down the world
From community to something transactionary
How lost we can be in the lacking
How lost we could be in the unifying
And make connections with our healing
- the times have put life and living on standby, we are merely surviving
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help roffy is coming up with heart wrenching scenarios based off of stupid silly shit again
Even flowers need
time to truly bloom in full -
Grow, take your time too.
- e.j.l | it's not a race
Cheap fantasies
Joy-flowers and herbs
Liquor and luminous skin
And everything in-between
To forget for a while
As anything but fun is vile
Thinking these great victories
When defeat is nothing
Unless we finally give in
To these cheaper distractions
To this nothingness of life
That we are all living
- purpose is the answer to our questing
If even you lie to your self, how can you be true then with someone else?
- love is honesty, love is vulnerability
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Would it have mattered?
Lovers on opposite ends
Of universes, to wait
For several centuries
To meet finally, after time
And after space, and after
distances permit? Is love
Stranded by the strings
Of fate? Or is it something
As stars and suns do and create?
When, where, and what lifetime
Will I meet mine? In how many lifetimes?
- may I love you for more than one twine
Red have been such roses
But so have yellow and green
White, yellow, and pinks also
now as well, violet and blue,
What roses would have me then
giving, to be finally loved by you?
I am connection-starved. My bones ache for something cosmically aligned. Something drafted in the voids and spaces of this multiverse before I even began breathing in and out of this star-dusted body of flesh. I hunger for the celestial depths of soul to soul.
- however bound am I to be my own destiny
