I continue to defy the gargantuan pressure from my inner surroundings, the meaningless world around me, as they both want me crushed and down on my knees, begging for life, any king of life. they latch onto my veins and suck out my smoldering blood. gentleness gone. tenderness crushed. I feel the life running out of me. the darkness approaching. smiling through apocalyptic mischief.
defiance
Published by madmagpie
Stream of happymess 
Let your BE guide you, and you will always find your way home, no matter where you may go.
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True. Very true. It’s hard to sometimes but in the end if ignoring true be one gets lost in what ifs and regrets…
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“Inner surroundings” is a great bit of word play, the sort of intersection between poetry and philosophy that makes both better.
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