They said there are no tunnels. They lied.
You are hiding behind a star.
The consciousness of being human.
How to separate truth from fiction? There is only one way. First, you must become completely pure into yourself. How, you ask?
She will expire in loneliness, the kind that creeps up slowly, meshing itself into all of the times she said she was alone but never lonely. Alone will be the only space in which she finds the deepest solace and the heaviest weight. She will spend the remaining years in quiet; just her and the … Continue reading She | Otherkin
My heart strings feel So full of love These days I Could let my eyes Seep the delight Humanoids call them Tears of joy I have morphed into Triangulated dimensions New friendships Beautiful intention We are here rising Waiting over, loves, this Is Ascension Light gathers like Water and seashore Building more And more Moving … Continue reading The Song Of a Universe
We are made from atom milk, star shards and the gathering of necessary energy. We are ever changing. You search for our form, drawing pictures and scrawls of little creatures; where did your mind see those? I stood with her. She was such a small girl. Even now she weeps, eyes closed, letting this flow, … Continue reading You Call Us Hybrids
You might be a tsunami or you could be the raft to safety. There are phrases, trigger situations that make her step back. She finds balance with the sea and forest. Rarely with other humans. So often taken personally, she is sometimes shy and many times wary. She knows what she carries; what she protects. … Continue reading The Solitary Empath