Lifepath25 - Lifepath

We shall die but not this night.

This night is us on a bed in a rose garden looking at the stars laughing at the odds that had thought we couldn't meet and love and laugh and last.

On Valentine's Eve.

You shouldn't forget

darling

the crucial reality

that you are,loving people.

There needs alter,

there priorities,

there formulas,

their determinations.

Like weather

they, at times

dont come as forecasted

and that lamentably

bears on there love

to you

and impacts there

anticipations too.

That distance might be a protective barrier, built up over time because things felt too overwhelming, too painful, or too complicated.

Maybe if they try noticing the little things—the way the air feels when they step outside or how the light looks through a window. These moments can help your friend reconnect with how they feel without needing to rush. It’s not about forcing yourself to 'fit in' or ‘be normal.’ It’s about acknowledging yourself and giving yourself permission to gradually re-enter the world at your own pace, without judgment.

hope this is okay

plus any time your friend needs a chat they can email me here, just a chat free, no subscription just two humans talking

guys

what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

…

asking for a friend

…

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and some more

and some more.

there's some great shit

happening in

here.

He felt like a pigeon unknown to him the time the cage could open up.

It did petrify him though,

that if he didn’t realize that it was his life he was consuming,

all possibilities pointed to a destruction of himself in search for an escape.

And they blamed God for the atrocities they inflicted on themselves, human to human.

They asked why He looked on as they dismantled each other.

They couldn't even use right the thing they bragged about: free will.

"God, intervene" - their excuses are their acceptances that they can't be without You.

Permanent Holes.

Mirrors lie, outlining shapes that mean nothing.

Mirrors horrify, penetrating into brains and forming unrealistic images.

Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be and after the energies put into the transformation

a deeper hole is drilled in us instead realizing that it needs not a mirror to clearly see our portraits leaving us as nothings and as people of no belonging.

@lifepath25

3:19 AM What’s around me is sleep. What’s within me are thoughts dancing on songs I hate to hear.

3:20 AM now And I’m done with this prose— or to put it right, I’m done with this observation.

DigiArtFest concept. I created this in 2022

The heart goes cold. The heart grows old. The repetition of moments be it trembling or joyous. The heart loses it all in the end.