the intricacies of idalina

idadoes

  • what must be.

    should i sit to ponder of life or must i truly walk it’s path unknowingly, fear leads thoughts find circles and make their way back towards the first question the chicken or the egg does god exist because of me? did i ponder it into existence, suiting it to my liking a creatix, unimaginative such…

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  • anaklusmos

    my hands yearn for a pen the matters of the heart are all in the mind twice now have i reached for explanations faltering, stumbling at its magnitude why do i i can never finish the question a prisoner of thought must i act, i don’t know how my hands bleed for this pen

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  • the star (17)

    if i could sacrifice a billion suns for the chance of a day with you infinity would not stand a chance let darkness reign the universe i am not with you no hope when there’s no you no matter, no god, no satellites, taunted by the slimmest chance of perhaps one day maybe in our…

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  • Mi Morgitu

    I keep turning to the things that bring me comfort, but, oh, how I wish that were you. I learned to keep Morgan out of my room during my suicide attempts after waking up to him facing me in the failure of the first. How I wish I could tell him I haven’t tried since…

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  • pda.

    somewhere between, you, depression, and mania i haven’t answered your messages but i did post a meme that made me think of you somewhere not here, unlikely to be evanescence a touch of yesterdays memory are you even real?

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  • father.

    unfairness follows like a somber cloud the dialects of an oppression the yielding of life to everything else must we always question you the one we do not know i seek your presence in my surroundings searching for unfaithful commitment

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  • does god know the time of her death?

    does she ponder of entropy or does she allow it to flow through her a timeless existence— death as a beginning all of life must be, so death comes a trap of forever does god also feel small in the chasm of herself does she lose meaning do her fingers bleed senseless brutalities at a…

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  • one-ce.

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    one-ce.

  • before and after.

    frankly, i care it’s truly unfair, but so is love what i could imagine now seems so far from the truth and you who is everything exists outside of my reach outside of time nowhere to be found a figment of my internal reality one which loves so dearly it created you in a tangled…

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  • to the winds—

    the foreign sounds of yesterday, the rhythm of tomorrows. what is the vibration of life if not love multiplied into fours. a beat. i hear it in your heart, the pulse of a universe expressed in frequency.

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