~I’m proud of my heart and yours. It’s been played, pained, betrayed, stabbed, burned and broken. But, just but, it still works. I’m proud of your and my heart. It beats. ~
~ I love you souls. Blessed evening. ~
~I’m proud of my heart and yours. It’s been played, pained, betrayed, stabbed, burned and broken. But, just but, it still works. I’m proud of your and my heart. It beats. ~
~ I love you souls. Blessed evening. ~
~Breathe is the gift of life.~
Think of all the lives that could have been saved by simple kindness, compassion and love. Think of all the lives that could have been saved by a listening ear. Think of all the lives that could have been saved not having a lockdown. Lockdowns are killing more people than the virus itself, think about it, why are we in lockdown? Government control and fear?
Be in this world not of it.
The dark forces on your planet are the masters in creating illusions. They are magicians and sorcerers. Priests and priestesses of occultism. They are master deceivers.
Eyes are the doorway to the soul, when speaking to someone, look into their eyes to connect with their soul.
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I used to live
around those heavy moods of yours,
breathe from them
and shape myself
to suit the face you wanted to see.
So much so
that these are often my moods now,
killing the ones I hoped would rise
and find their place in better skies.
I used to live
in fear of them,
the trigger points and warning tones
that crept into your voice
and eyes,
causing my own to retreat
as alarm bells rang inside my heart.
Seems like now
they’re everywhere,
these moods of yours,
burning the softness from all the world’s eyes
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Mulling rumination
Drop the escape exit modality
Fear, stuck in hell realm
~DiosRaw 24/01/21 10:20AM