Velvet line
You can be so kind to people and still be treated like shit. However, the world is so big and it keeps spinning like nothing happens, yet so much happens in every thing. Nothing matters, but somehow everything matters. It’s not that serious, but it’s so heavy and seriously dense. I’m furious and at peace, I could have a feast, yet ceist to rest with a fully belly. While I slumber the night way, I might not stay another day. Yet, it’s hard to say because I would not betray myself, but is that in itself betraying myself? Oh, to be an elf on a shelf — year round and always found. I like the sound of wind chimes as the wind whistles through them, making melodies and speaking fairy language,pixie dust. The key of magic is the velvet line between the imaginary and the constant spins of reality. Hold it gentle as it is fragile and delicate. Lose your grip and you become a causality to your mind’s prison. Is it a personal prison of hell or prison of hope? Taupe brown or plum? RumChata coconut rum? This is not a way to cope before I lose my unique scope. Wash your negative mind with soap. Cleanse and try again.
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Dear friend,
it’s not the end.
