Serenely go, dear soul — serenely come — The world of truth to, and of falsehood from
All a metaphor for escaping mental trauma, escaping hell.
What a year to find creative avenues, unfortunate of most so sure as 2020 around the world has been much more than a chore. For those uncertain, seek resolve. All others, seek safety. Wear your mask.
She knows Cassandra’s curse, she doth indeed…
Made with the idea of saving ourselves through a spiritual metaphor of being angels.
… never experience any emotion Unfettered by thoughts of your self-interest Never be lost in the exquisite ocean Of unselfish wonder which feels to us best…
In all our works of art, through all of time…
… because i want something from you!..
Weathered wood Salt splashed stone Smells of brine rising…
Remember That one grandma The really out-there one…
… accommodate Richness diversity create When nourished to its true estate Each member growing great
… If I an inconvenience am I do know how to scram
I humbly ask the angels In this my hour of need — If it truly deserving is That I am indeed…
Over the years, I’ve recently found the therapy that truly helps me work any obstacle out. With my newfound mental skills, I had to write this. I hope you all can find some remedy in this. You’re not alone.
