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for we fix our eyes on what is seen than what is unseen...



it was like a revelation. i am bursting with furious joy and bewilderment. emitting all forms of energy and sparkles and shines. discarding old skin. shredding all of them off. it is never too late. my vision has not been blinded just yet. : it was a sign when i saw myself crossing to the laundromat in the dim light. cloudy it was and a storm was stirring but determined to remove the stains. and i walked on. and destination was found. : there may have been too many scars but they have been sutured. yes, they may still hurt from time to time and yes, cockroach-crawling back could seem just like an option. but not "the" option.



...but what is seen is ephemeral and what is unseen is eternal.



the song : grifters - just passing out