"The wrong test and the right answers never change."
"Oh, now I see. -I am blind."
Quarterly Frequency.
I REALLY, -really like this!
"Some people thirst, but never drink.
-Some people eat, but never starve."
Light is the only fraction that does not EVER repeat.
I’ve a world, larger than any intergalatic measurement! Who speaks of one planet, that has returned to itself...
The one and ONLY reality each being of Godliness has ever known?
-These are the EXACT people that have either lost or sacrificed everything!
THEY DO NOT KNOW! Universes are beyond a shape or color...
That’s what makes the knowledgeable idea so ideal and perfection
“just mediocre”.
Punishment is like a handful of fiery-granules, test-tubes.
Questions only comfort, knowledge.
“Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”
— Mandy Hale
Four walls, 1 call, and too many multiple halls. I’ve been this charmed and blessed...
My mental state is of an incomparable truth.
Death-to-me, as I am besieged!
1 ceiling and 1 floor... how should this not...
just as more, Become asked of for sure?
Why does this light forgive, and of its time...
Who has set such a greater purpose?
The moment of life and death’s meet is quite....
An oddity. We kiss and hug, to showcase our love.
But with what body, thought or word should EVER,
--EVER begin to speak so... sweetly?
As if the blossoms of every flower is to burn with blood
-- whilst dripping from the spines of thorns.
Grow boldly, tiny Goddess. Your forest here, is an old man’s
once forgotten finest. Please (dearest little) forsake no brother.
They fight and kill, all destroy over your affection, remember me.
Apply what you learn...
but, interpret what they teach!
Why?! Why God... how have you learned of my many unforeseeable ways?
Did you truly march upon the soil and earthly roads to teach me?
-Surely the being an “All knowing, Omnipresent form” could have, just as easily silenced me with the understanding of what any person truly is or needs!
I much enjoyed the well-stated silence, however, when does that same light cease to burn my flesh and eyes... and instead sets course to my prior and blackened past?
Do we ever, “validate” our choices through the support of fellow personalities?
-or as mere beings of mortal composition contain us within these predictable behaviors.
Tiny moments are these... that only a value will compare to them.
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