Love, hate, life, death, sorrow, happiness and the lack there of Skip to content A Standstill Posted on April 25, 2013 by Jess It thrashes and writhes in the pit of my being like a tortured animal, with an insatiable hunger to be born, to draw life into itself and breakaway from me. This being, this entity, this escapee, if you will, is my soul, and it’s itching to be more than this body will ever allow it to be. The insecurities nature has piled atop of me seem to be ever teetering on the brink of a communication breakdown, yet am i not the one offering up advice to those in need? How curious it is to possess a sense of knowing about human nature, when everyone and every scenario is predictable and foreseen, with the exception of one’s self.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Jul 2013 04:28:34 +0000
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