With bloodied hands and trembling resolve, I scraped my way out of the wreckage. I looked into the mirror and, for the first time, called myself home.
I Will Write You Into the Light
Tag: recovery
The Current Tide
Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on
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Un-Acknowledged
In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.
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Falling Silent
You are constantly encountering moments being sunk into an abyss of dark absence.
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Hourglass
There's a faded line etween reality band time.
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Save It
Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.
Vennie Kocsis 