The Souls of the Dead Where do we go we weary souls who fear not the shadows and smile in comradery with death. How the light shuns from us but at this we only laugh. For we despair not at the unknown nor turn away from exploration into those dark places. We souls that tremble not before forces unseen. We who are not ...
Always value independence Don't put your faith in other's gods. Every person is a prison And love merely a transience. Ignore that distant motherland Don't cleave to virtues mostly flawed. Every concept is a danger And hate will just misunderstand. So practise aloof detachment Don't be a puppet of the times. Every action has an outcome And eventually a judgement. ...
I spent yesterday in a strange state of ecstasy. It has partially worn off now, though some impression of it lingers. I felt at once joyful, ecstatic, overwhelmed, blissful. Sadness was there too, but only the impression of sadness, like a dark animal sleeping somewhere inside. I was everything and nothing. I was in love, I am in love. I was fulfilled and yet strangely empty. Here and not here. My appreciation, my sense of everything was heightened; I craved warmth, skin, contact with everyone and ...
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