living_through_words

What colors stand for peace? Paint them all over the walls of my mind. Please.

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  • living_through_words 1h

    It's unfortunate
    that caring less doesn’t mean
    feeling any less..

    ©living_through_words

  • living_through_words 11h

    The path is narrow, and we
    don’t know where
    it leads. Nevertheless,
    we've come too far to quit..

    © Iiving_through_words


    #dontquit #julietscorner

    @odysseus @soulfulstirrings
    @sqbscribbles

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  • living_through_words 18h

    Flow in reverse:

    The greater the good
    The fewer my words
    How odd is my creativity
    My sorrows flow free
    Yet in profound joy,
    Sit I bewildered,
    silent and perverse..!

    ©living_through_words

  • living_through_words 2d

    Fragile flower, do not despair, your petals
    May fall, But your roots are still there..

    ©Iiving_through_words

  • living_through_words 3d

    I feel a nameless energy wrought upon my existence, a colored lens over my eyes - age nurtures aura and time weathers thought. Under this expanse of sky comes an aching desire for the picturesque, azure and bare-boned, wielding a torch of flickering and quiet disaster.

    I'm not strong but I can carry hopes atop my head. If they are too heavy I will remind myself that atlas shoulders the world brimming with seven billion hearts, and then I will understand again that existence lies in the souls of people..

    © Iiving_through_words


    @odysseus @soulfulstirrings
    @sqbscribbles

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  • living_through_words 1w

    Never calling attention to myself
    lest the world finds out what I am after
    Simply put...I am after truth
    Never any specific one, but a
    Universal truth
    Like how the sunset never keeps the same color
    Or how we always carry words from books
    Long after we've finished reading them
    Or how the air seems to bend around us
    Touching us, but also getting our of our way
    Displacing memories that time and
    place refuse to forget
    Truth always found in the shadows,
                                   in passing glances,
                           always when you're not looking,
                     and never when you think you have it.
    Which is why the search for truth
    Is scattered with experiences,
                                            dreams,
                                                  notions,
                                                       ambitions,
                                                           and secrets
                                                  that we must endure before
                                       that fleeting moment when we get it passes,
    [everything feels
    different and you
    can see the change
    dancing in the light
    when you know you
    have seen it.]
                                                            and we must begin the search again.

    ©Iiving_through_words
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    @odysseus @soulfulstirrings
    @sqbscribbles @petrichor_tales

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    I am a camera with its
    shutter open, quite passive,
    recording, not thinking..

    [From Goodbye To Berlin, 
    by Christopher Isherwood]

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  • living_through_words 1w

    I write
    I write because it needs to be so.
    I write because nobody sees the
    world the way I do.
    I write because I wish everyone saw
    the world the way I do.
    I write not for myself, but the world I live,
                                                            play,
                                                            sleep,
                                                            and wake in.
    The world where silence isn't gold
    but crystal that illuminates that which
    hides from clarity's eye.
    I write to make sense of the thoughts
    in my head.
    I write because it is the most natural
    thing to do aside from breathing;
                    and even still...
                              to not write is to not breathe.
                                                a breath, like writing,
                                                can influence everything it touches
                                                even the air itself.
    I write because my emotions overwhelm
    my body, but never the words I use to
    voice them.
                     Words are solid
                                      strong
                                   PERMANENT
    I write because I live
    and
    I write because I am alive and dying
    at the same time...
    ...and nothing can be more beautiful than both of these things..

    ©Iiving_through_words
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    @odysseus @soulfulstirrings
    @sqbscribbles @petrichor_tales
    @branthan @fireblast_
    @love_whispererr @redpaint

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