Old Block

08 Jan 2022

·itsjustme

Out of density Destroyed at the precipice of chaos and creation Divinity dispersed into a dust of stars Alive as glittering tears Pining for reunion yet desperate for affirmation of this antithetical individuated existence Ashes and dust return to one another bonded, shimmering Good as new

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itsjustme

When there are too many words, I write. When there aren't enough, I sing.

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