What an honest and inspired post! Glad to have “helped” – You are destined for creative living =)
Source: Unexpected Denouement
Dear Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie,
Maybe that’s what you are like…
From my understanding, a Nebula is a cloud in the outer space. From the distance, it can look like a dark silhouette to most. But to others, it reveals the bright wonder of patchwork. You are that bright beautiful patchwork riding through the night. The night, your veil. Your veil, your sanctuary and your keeping.
Yes, a Nebula.
Perhaps that’s what you are like…
Thank you so much for letting us into the nebula of your mind ∞
“So that’s me. Self-definition can be a daunting task, but I’m getting closer…
If the tale of my great flawed truth has made you think about yours, then I’d love to extend the branch and have you share yours below!
Ask yourself, within the prism of your life, where does your greatness show itself and where do your flaws hide…? Place them together, and you’ll find your whole truth…”
➵ ∞ #DiaryOfaDeludedHeart
This is an expansion to the comment I posted:
“This goes for even the most hard-headed of us. For even the stubborn, steady earth bows down to the seasons change.” I am one of the very hard headed, stubborn folk. My past streaming beyond me has no end. Like your wire person in the image with the strands…
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Thank you Vallendri Arnout for taking the time to read my post and writting your own views about it!
We are all born with a time limit; a conjoined, invisible hourglass attached to us. It is Time that has essentially created ageism; it dictates to us the phases of our life and as such, the order and outcome of it, thus adopting a co-master to our own fate.
Again, I found this post when I went to revisit someone who once came to visit me and left some footprints behind. Actually I hate this kind of blogger, because they write better than me. They write in this most high literary, melodically written words that make me feels sooo low classed. *rolling eyes* Ha ha. But there’s a teeny little flick on my heart that tells me: “NO you are not hating them. You love them. And you NOT low classed…
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