Sleep with the words you speak.
notice how they move.
listen. for the rhythm of their
pause.
savor the flavor. texture. tone.
enjoy how they transition.
they are alive and
living.
they belong to the ears.
their favorite cuddle buddy treat.
not to be mistaken for your truth.
you are not words.
they are the yang
to your yin energy.
relish the moment of contact.
then release.
they have work to do.
beyond your belief.
About the Creator
hadiyah
I am a tattoo artist.
that works soul deep.
the potency leads to rebirth.
so death is how we will see.
your heart.
is all you need.
xoxo
come play with me.
A telegram to Little Me
I acquired a magical souvenir; it was a realisation. By taking an impulsive trip to Thailand, I awarded myself the chance to have it. You are our own gift shop. You choose the opening times, you choose the stock. They are the very nature of wisdom, realisations. One could say we collect them and form a magnificent portfolio entitled Experience. And that's why we do the majority of things we do. But travelling is the act most generous in the offering of experience, the gift shop with the best stock. We go on the hunt for experiences, daring ourselves to be stimulated in new ways, by new flavours. To sweat, swim or shiver in the waters of new challenges. To hear new sounds, learn novel outlooks, and relish as hinges creak with unknown doors opening in our hearts and minds. This realisation and the flourishing effect it had upon me made Thailand my best trip yet. All this realisation consisted of was merely a stripped back epiphany of why we do these things. See new places, take new risks, seek refreshing distractions from all that we're tired of being familiar with.
By Konrad Krampabout 19 hours ago in Wander
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