I know it isn’t really a good place to be sticking my head, But it’s better then up your ass like I used to. I am currently praising the divine higher consciousness for shifting my will toward the will of love, of joy, of peace, and of truth. I know that it really isn’t any of my business, but Shakespeare once said, “These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume”
Jan 11 -
Namaste
I'm a decaying piece of organic matter, but you can call me Claire. I'm a bookworm, isolated in the depths of non-reality, I live in splotches of color and orangey sunsets-- sometimes even in the absence of color at all, like a boring newspaper spread on Sunday mornings. I breath and long, intricate sentences come out, weaved neatly of beautiful adjectives and solemn metaphors. I whisper activism in my deepest sleep. I am alive in the most ways possible, I have an eye for beauty and an ear for music. I sit alone sometimes and ask the world why I'm here, and I still haven't got much of an answer. I will never give up on asking. I will never stop thinking, and I like that about myself.
