#whimsicalfeeling

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☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・༄*ੈ✩

echoes into the present and future. reverberating motions that kind of intertwine, so you find that they’re not really that separate. even one touch can sweep everything into motion with it.

it's so beautiful how there's so many tides, collisions shades...shades unfurling in the vast ocean of our being. has the innateness of your being been steeped enough in it? do the colors and shades ripple into you or float off of you?

i used to envy the creatures in the ocean. it seemed as though they were closer to something beautifully sublime.

yet there seem to always be waves, colors, lifeforms being enacted into motion that are beyond our perception. and when they all line up, there is an inexorable amount of grace and harmony to be witnessed. somehow my breath has sweeped a passerby into a lull that they've mistaken as theirs. but it belongs to neither of us.

feel like affinity is much more reliable and practical than passion. passion is incremental and can be brash. when it feels as though you’re not listening to it, it can just abandon you out of nowhere, kind of like waves closer to nightfall. affinity is like that salt mixed with breeze. it understands. 

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✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿•❅───✧❅-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-❅✧───❅• ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

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i hear the calling

time to disintegrate into the waves.

i’ve sacrificed my need to be.

i’m giving myself back to the vast and unknowable

only my ghost.

starts out with a fluid like transparency

before it’s lithe, ritual alchemization into the mist.

but my holographic projection of only a half transparent avatar,

obscured by a virtual footprint,

remains here,

vivaciously in the here.

my other half lies in its home

dormant.

waiting for when the the light that radiates from each

can bleed into the hazy bioluminescence of its shell,

aglow with only the truth.

the same truth that runs deep in the visceral, interlinked veins,

lying with the worldly exchanges of the earthen channels.

separation is the only delusion, after all.