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Time InsaneTime insane is what comes from solitude.
The one who lives and dies alone,
Ran near death and hidden in this magnitude.
There's the family who has lived through the years by their own
Filed and decayed with fear and discourse.
They huddle and cuddle each other just to survive.
For outside the wind bangs on the door,
Clawing its way into the shack.
Seeking the warmth of the family within.
Never ending and never subsiding, this winter storm.
Ever waiting for that warmth of spring.
That will never fall again.
Going through the time in space
It is inevitable how you must see the way
The joint and compound of your mind and soul.
Yes the thing inside that you look at and feel inside your fiend, dog, and neighbor.
Find that seed, that soul inside to know if you have found the right and the only
That must be with you and feel you through out your existence. Yes it is just that, the
existence that we look for, the hospitality that we find in numbers.
It shows the far, the disdain of loneliness
random talkrun for the hills before I get you.
Its the man who ran and never found what he ran for.
The wind tears him to pieces as he runs through the darkness,
Exploding into the light once his mind has cleared.
Find your path and your mind,
as we all need our own path.
Have a safe day and stay in a positive mind.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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