You Are A Blossoming Soul
You are a blossoming soul
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THEY SAY THAT the weak have no right to say no but, who affirms that there yes is not a NO ?
Myself is crippling me, myself is a critic that always it has to find a negative thing to say about me. Myself is fear and the purpose of me has always been to overcome it.
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sometimes you want to deep talk. other times, laugh at how unfair life is. then there are days you want to be crude as hell, unfiltered, messy, real.
but...
social media feels too loud. friends feel too busy. texting feels dry. even your notes app is tired of you.
and still... the heart swells. the mind spins. the soul aches for softness. for being heard without performing. for depth without interruption.
that’s how rant and release was born.
for the ones who: → overthink everything. → replay conversations or decisions on loop. → feel it all and still carry it all. → need to vent but don’t want pity. → want to share but not with just anybody.
it’s old-style. it’s basic. it’s messy. but I promise — when you find me there, we’ll laugh at life together, get scared together, maybe even get cruder together. because in there, it’s us against life.
one email away: rantandreleasespace@gmail.com
no rules. no perfection. just human. though, NOT THERAPY.
After all, writing isn’t the whole damn world. Fuck this writer’s block.
I’ll walk around, watch Béla Tarr or Andrei. I’ll call Joyce she never runs out of words.
Or I’ll sleep it off, because I refuse to let a blank page make me consider the unthinkable.
how long have you taken without looking into it,the mirror
There are no miracles
without
the sadness of life.
For in sorrow, turmoil, and hopelessness,
God reveals Himself
most to those who trust in Him. Be strong in God.
Love on the Plaza.
I wrote to her
my fantasy love letters,
and she replied
to them
in reality.
Jessica,
3rd Home,
Little Attics Apartments—
you were crude
and jolly,
and now,
irreplaceable.
But do we stop, halt and realize that we are indeed still breathing?
Because no matter the emotions
or
notions of what we intend to do or become,
the mere fact that we are breathing is a salient one.
We live between
bad choices
and worse ones,
and we choose the bad,
hoping that at least
we shall survive.
Mere survival is what
alot of us sometimes
sleeplessly
struggle for.
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