I have a letter,
open to the world,
nothing inside,
since by ink,
it can't be written.
A letter for no one,
but that many awaits,
a over dream,
beyond the deep,
down in the toughts.
I have no words for it,
not even a pen,
filled with tears,
could help get it down.
No material for it,
no paper or no pen
only time can wrote,
as things may disrupt,
nothing last forever,
expect that wind,
that one can hear in the soul.
Everything will fall,
but not the eccense,
and the sole slow clock,
of a bright soul.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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Validation Is Not An Outside Thing
Hey Baby, Can we start by taking a second to celebrate the fact that you are here today? Yes! For some of us, it’s a small victory on life that we get to claim every time we wake up. You and I both know we haven’t always wanted to be here. Choosing to stay is a victory. So, congratulations but also thank you! If you are anything like me at your age, I know you are rolling your eyes, right now. But give me a second. It’s a little sappy—I’m aware—but I believe that at every point in life, we all have something to contribute. It doesn’t have to be huge. It can be a simple word to a person who needs to hear it at that very moment. So there you go.
By Lily Séjor7 days ago in Pride
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