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Become dead in your dreadful soul! You who have nothing to do but wallow in chaotic sorrow. Years and years of impending doom, absent of life, Absent-minded of the legacy you so longed to cherish. Passing by is the time to fly, spread your feathered limbs, And take flight. Not too high, but with other birds you may soar, Fly now or never more. Make it known that you have been discrete, In your inaccessible world of complacency. Or just retreat, return to your pity and try to sleep. In the all...

Become dead in your dreadful soul! Is there nothing better than wallowing in chaotic sorrow? Years and years, absent of life, absent of light, absent-minded of your blessings you so longed to cherish. Passing by is the time to fly, spread your feathered limbs, and take flight. Not too high, but with other birds you may soar, fly now or never more. Make it known that you are distinct, in this dark world of complacency. Or just retreat, return to your pity and try to sleep. In the alleys of you...

His pain is only a memory; The sorrow has all but abandoned me. Out of the darkness my cold heart shines, The living ones around will all but subside. I have nowhere to be but everywhere, I have no obligations but to be fair. Can one subdue the letters that spell obsession? Only by the sacred art of subtle expression.

Sorrow and happiness share me I see that both have their moments The force that parts them hold it's anonymity The reason for this momentary confusion makes no sense My thoughts have no value here Only the fact that here I exist The love I so long to cherish is near The life in front of me is a mist I can feel the light as it draws near Letting go of my desires bring fear Letting go results in falling deeper in the flow of life Here I stand, staring into the fog covered ocean This harmonious ...

Some how, I go on. Feeling my way through this haze bomb smoke created by the explosion of my soul. Cautiously aware of only myself, I stumble into people with the kind presence that seems to emanate an air of serenity and compassion. Just around every corner I turn, there lies a manifestation of prior lessons learned, revealing even more truth about the man I currently am. Those corners are essentially the forks in the road of my recovery. Choices never cease to present themselves, therefore...