vixen2venus

 I was looking through my writing files and found a passage titled 'maturity' written on  the 9th of August 2024, 10:25pm. The following are it's unpolished contents. Vengeance has always been a virtue in my eyes, as chaos was love.   The straining of the voice, bruising of the body and sewing of the soul. Love could never be taught without demonstration and while on the podium I’m shunned by each mouth of the audience but encouraged by the intrigue on their faces. I once thought love could never be taught, until I met, saw, heard, felt that love.  I do not wish to grieve the aftermath of apologies. Like lying on the rocky ground after I’ve given up on crawling because you were nowhere in sight, until a piece of heaven falls upon me and love lifts the rubble off the back of my chest, allowing me to breathe. Drowned by tsunamis, stoned by volcanic ash and every bone breaks with every earthquake. I’m forsaken by love, but by love I am saved. The sweetness of recon...

 hello???? i call into the distance but just in time... you pick up! ok Ok OK. Long time no see,  好久不见 Forgive me; I gotta know, How have you been lately? chasing that fantasy? If so, great for you, but I don't have a resilient stamina (well, mindset) and I am so, soooo quick to pick up & drop shop (is that a saying ?) It's interesting to think about how in times of strife and little resource, where desperation is bred like fungi, we are stripped and skinned of our "morals" or "values". The truth is, the system we live in can set us up for success or failure, but the path also has the insecurity of a bridge over a cliff, tied with wood and string. You can walk downtown with two shoes with no problem, but the more you walk, the more damaged your shoes become and suddenly you step into a puddle that meets the soles of your feet, dampening your, once dry now squelching, socks. But if you walk less, you won't go where a younger you dreamed of going and i...