happiness
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There’s a moment when it all settles in. When the dust clears and the demons quiet again. Your soul reaches a place of peace. I thread my fingers through the threads of my life and there are some snags here and there but in the grand scheme of things they are minute and matter very…
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i have always been built of bones, structured from the ground up sutured together with arteries and veins, red and blue, pulled together and weaved through feeding me life of some kind or another as they ought to do pull those bones tight together with muscles and tendons wrapped around with ligaments, building a home…
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Happiness. It’s such an odd thing. Such a weird, fickle, terrifying thing, really. We spend our whole lives hunting it down like it’s the answer to everything. Essentially, it is. Isn’t that the true purpose of this one life we are given on this big blue ball floating around the galaxy? Eh, perhaps. I’m sure…
I Would Rather Be In Bed 