Posts Tagged ‘Musing’

Without a doubt, I should have been urging myself to board the train of thought. It’s been beckoning, yet I could not write it. Only thing is… I could. It was there for the penning. It always has been.

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I could have. I should have, but…

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What’s an excuse, really? I will not applaud my avoidance of escapism. I shall laud it. I shall wear it as I have the misfortunes of the rugged, as I have the opportunities of the lost.

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May your pride sink into the spittle flooding your throat.

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To write. To live. To Breathe. To Feel. I missed that euphoric escape. I missed losing myself and channelling the conveyances. How lacking in fabric this is. Yet, I have an ingrained sense of integrity that renders this piece lofty.

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You and I are the lechers of texts…

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Booya.

Written by a dude for poop and squiggles.

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~ whether it’s to gauge how far we have ascended or merely stand in awe, it seems as though we readily fix our gazes on all but where we want to be.

Don’t be a slacker

Peace.

Written by a dude for poop and squiggles.