In time you came to see me but all was lost, my eyes were hollow my heart was black, for I traded it all .my heart for stone my mind for plastic and my soul for a concept, I have faded into oblivion distorted by the view of others to distract from one’s own corruption,distant cries echo in the caverns of eternity, why did we lose ourselves in this how did it become our burden to bear, the weakest amongst all creation is the pinnacle of it all. The weight is immense. who are we but wanderers in this vast empty trying to find a shred of something that can free us, let us open up our wings to their fullest and fly na soar, in an unsurpassed freedom that can only be felt in the deepest recesses of our essence our being what we are.
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Johnny Gerbrandt
Love lifting, love writing, love designing. My journey is a strange one but I love it. learning constantly.
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