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what if the light at the end of the tunnel is a mere reflection of what has already passed?
sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world
I want the thrill of the unknown, the fire of passion, and the raw truth that lies in chaos. I seek the beauty in flaws, the depths of laughter and pain. Let me embrace my contradictions, wrestle with my demons, and find grace in the journey. In this pursuit, I will uncover the essence of life itself.
"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."
-Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley
I’ve been feeling really disconnected lately. I crave conversations about astronomy, psychology, and philosophy—those deep dives into mythology and the mysteries of the universe. I want to discuss the stars, the moon, and the way different languages shape our thoughts. It’s tough when no one around me shares that passion; it often feels like I’m speaking a different language. If you’re out there and want to explore these topics together, let’s connect. I’d love to find someone to share ideas and rants with.
I'm already hating all that is around me without knowing what I'm exchanging the love for.
Recently, ambition has been blurring my lens. I'm constantly looking forward to what I'm potentially building and neglecting the treasures of my present. How easy it is for us people, to weigh the flawed but existent present against the ideal but imaginary future and deem the former unworthy of appreciation.
“Matter cannot be created nor destroyed, thus In the beginning there was nothing. From nothing I came, for which I am nothing. Perhaps I am something somewhere, at sometime, but certainly I am nothing nowhere. To which I will ultimately return to my nothingness. For if there is nothing, nothing is lost. Thus I morn no absence, because somewhere, perhaps we are together in our nothingness and not remanence of past energies that bonded then broke. I try to relish in my nothingness because somewhere I am with you and you are with me and we are endless, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am nothing and thus I feel nothing.
Because at one time, I felt everything.
I’ve come to the conclusion the everything and nothing must be the same, there is no beginning nor end to it, the line between must be blurred because I cannot recall when feeling everything became nothing.”
<3 Victoria-Grace
[formerly known as Lavender Grey]
A trans woman looks at herself in the mirror
Iris?
Floating down river as my gaze glimmers over glass.
Weather me woman piercing lights
Cacoon a cascading layer of man, yet each layer ever so thin as paper skin
Blue eyes beautey basking in her light
Breathless at the sight of blood
Soaked in synergy inside her eyes eye
Where her male gaze fades away
Dissappearing into the mirror until a stranger meets her gaze
Its a movie in front of her
Moving picturesque
The beautiful is opaque
Evil is clear and transluscent
We live between
bad choices
and worse ones,
and we choose the bad,
hoping that at least
we shall survive.
Mere survival is what
alot of us sometimes
sleeplessly
struggle for.