Perhaps we only leave So we may once again arrive, To get a bird’s eye view Of what it means to be alive. For there is beauty in returning, Oh how wonderful, how strange, To see that everything is different But know it’s only you who’s changed. Erin Hanson

Puritas

The mind unencumbered by each and every false master that do more than knock, they peer and bleat and wreck havoc outside Puritas At the claim of my true will, I take fire to fire and snuff out the minions of mire; at the claim of my true will, I take to air and clean …

True name throughout the ages

No longer providing the whirl with entertainment, assuming a gregarious mask that is made up of everything that fits in one’s comfort zone, I take off the choice to give anyone a nicety and just accept how that makes one the butt of subsequent gossip in the eyes of this very whirl As it seems …

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