Spirit is Blood

I circled send it, I guess we’re leaving it…my blood boils but one can’t lose control…respect. Exactly, respect! Why do you torture me with words I know not to be true?!

My eyes shed a tear only my bones can feel, rolling down inside my skin. Leaving its trace all over the place shouting “fresh off, the press we’re starting over again?!” With a solemn grin…I’m home once again. Enjoy your new creation, sent with way back love.

The story of the blue rose

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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