existential poetry

The Golden

Life is unbearable until we can accept our own humanity and learn to live authentically.
And if you are very, very lucky in this world you allow trueness to self to take precedence over the disappointment and judgment of all others…
Because something inside says this is an emergency. Something inside is screaming that you would rather die than go on living, pretending to be whatever it is that makes the world more comfortable around you.

I am a Moment Passing

Today I am… I am blank…somewhat hidden I am bare… A featureless void I am aloof detachment… pondering nothingness. I am anxiety… yearning for the return of my usual fervor. Feeling something inside unaccounted for… I am not detached or…
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