Colorful butterflights of this psyche, tries to gaze the essence outside of the boundaries of this fleshy prison… and then.. again.. retraction.
Will have to stay inside the grids, the wings are still very soft. Dreaming of flying sweet Spirit of mine, dreaming the flight. The end was never so far away as it’s always a new beginning.
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Grigoris Deoudis
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hercolena
Kindly remembering of good gains wisdom’s wary flight of conflicting deliberate choices that could delight, time and again the passing of a year senses into bliss
of cautious selective discarding of many a dark abiss. -
hercolena
