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#SometimesICook
The Sourcerer,
Came,
Stood by the door...
Shapeshifting,
Casting Spells,
And black Magic
The Pixie,
Looked straiggt at him,
Wondering eyes,
Who they?
Close She came,
wispering...
Come play with me?
Come!
I'll show you the beauty, beyond these fields and stars....
Come, come....!
She whipered,
again..
While caressing all of him,
with fire and water,
Ha, If only...!
(He hoped....)
Only to...
get cold on his feet,
and blood on his hands,
He Freezed...
Mesmorized yet afraid,
Bending between
The Void and the Unknown...
The Portal then Closed,
The Void become darkness.
Only remaining,
the sound of her laughter...
echoing, futher away,
distancing,
in the Dark.
#SometimesIWrite
"The universe is unusually willing to meet you halfway – but only if you stop confusing drowning with swimming. The ♀ △ ♃ △ ♄ grand water trine flows so smoothly you may not notice you’re re-enacting your family trauma, just with higher production values.
Stop romanticising your wounds. Start treating your emotional capital as the sacred currency it is. The cosmos asks: what if you stopped drowning in your feelings and started building boats instead? Choices made in love and life now don’t just set a mood; they alter your entire trajectory.
You could very easily build yourself a beautiful prison at this point; a gilded little cage; a tastefully decorated panic room that promises safety from an imaginary tyrant at the gates. Over-commit to the wrong tribe, move to the wrong house or country, sign contracts out of suspicion, panic-buy, or damage control rather than genuine desire... do not mistake raw emotional insecurity for some delusory higher decree from on high.
The bonds you formalise now will either sustain you through the next decade or trap you in your own beautiful bullshit. Choose accordingly.
REPEAT: this grand water trine flows so seamlessly you may not notice you’re restaging your family trauma with better tech, softer lighting, and more state-of-the-art props."
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