Twisted

Irony takes the lead in the narrative, The submissive confronts the free bird and triumphs. If you find beauty in the brick walls that suffocate you… Would it be tragically wonderful or wonderfully tragic? I desire to fly, but the ropes of fear have tied me to the pit. Perhaps you define fear for me,... Continue Reading →

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Fear of Fear?

I’d believed great realization comes like a sudden wave, magnificent in its solitude, terrorizing because of its abruptness. Now I’ve learned it in a rather strange way that sometimes it comes to you bit by bit, like one brick after the other, forming a massive wall in the prison of your brain as if nothing... Continue Reading →

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