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"We’re all golden sunflowers inside."
Allen Ginsberg (via whimsicalele)
(Source: nirvikalpa, via blissful-awareness)
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I’ve surrendered all that I need too, I am asking for answers. I have dug deep, sorted out my thoughts and rearranged my feelings. what’s really going on here? A sudden need for stimulation and excitement, followed up with a loneliness and apathetic feel of nothing being enough. Have I switched places with myself? I long for these connections and these companions but am bored by their presence. A need for stimulating conversation and spontaneity. I as myself feeling at peace, the outside world doesn’t excite anymore, I know there is more. I want more. I am trapped in glass box, trying to articulate what I want. Feeling like a mime, flailing hands. Tripping over my words as they come out in an overwhelming heap of uncertainty.
"I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem."
Jaime Gil de Bieda (via llenalena)
(Source: light-essence, via loveyourchaos)
“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.”
― Jack Kerouac
