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You are the dreamer, the creator, the designer of this cosmic puzzle. Molding me with your hands into who I was yesterday, who I am today, and who I have yet to be. You are my light, my driving force, my reasons for reasons.

I am the dream you dreamed, the wish you wished. I am the spiritual path you travel, the answers you seek, the clarity you will soon understand. I am the energy between here and there, the orphic egg. I am neither and otherwise. I am the birds, the wind, the place they gather. I am the spirit summond by the wee voice you once held within.

I assist you in assembling the pieces, dulling them so they no longer cut, readying them to be realigned, to shine, to radiate, to be transformed into a beautiful collaboration

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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