What Kind Of A Life Would You Want If You Had The Freedom And Resources To Choose?

Attacked.

“The danger with the eloquent poetess is that she might turn herself into a beautiful disaster.”

—

Jung’s architecture of the psyche

Eugene Taylor, The Mystery of Personality

Did this to my pen pal from Norway, I'm #so sorry.

#yes

That's it. That's their friendship.

Why can't friendships be just about having a good time together?Sometimes it's the circumstances or it's people simply changing but for a while you were understood, someone laughed along at your stupid joke and someone could relate to you. Why isn't that enough and so when it's time to leave, we leave without the promise of forever because we already lived forever in those moments.

Storm.

We create them.

With a web of lies,

And fake cries.

Then we sigh

When we are too high,

With all the water

Above the head.

We weep again this time

With real tears instead.

But the storm can't be stopped now.

Its no use to keep wondering how?

And so its starts to rain.

And so we regret everything

But all in vain.

#spilledwords #poetry #writer #spilledink #writings #spilledthoughts #writerscrew #heartbroken #love #best #storm #prose #poem #me #heart

i would recognize them thru post alone, by type; i would know them iconless, by the tags they write and their content. i would know them in death, at the end of the dashboard

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A dinner is cool but how about we spend the night staring at the moon together?