Back Door Friend

So many missed conversations…

So many missed looks on their faces…of disbelief or perhaps what could have been relief?

One will never know, unless of course it is written on pages that contain no paper, with pens having no ink, from stars yet discovered or explored…

Thievery of thoughts, imagination taken over, body kidnapped by the echos of energy that haunt me daily…

It oozes between the very threading that weaves me, coming apart at the seams of my very cells forever changing me…

To be put back together by a force of something greater…? Are you brave enough to go deeper with me?

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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