There's no great art without great suffering, so I gravitate toward as much pain as possible.
Smiling only feels better after a good cry.
This exchange of loneliness and rejection in order to feel future joy seems so very daunting.
I exchange each tear of despair, heartache, and sorrow for those of gratitude.
I want to feel, so the range has to be set.
No more snakes,
No more alligators,
No more tornadoes,
Never fear again.
Spent decades in the yin, now let's get ready for the era of yang.That
Smiling only feels better after a good cry.
This exchange of loneliness and rejection in order to feel future joy seems so very daunting.
I exchange each tear of despair, heartache, and sorrow for those of gratitude.
I want to feel, so the range has to be set.
No more snakes,
No more alligators,
No more tornadoes,
Never fear again.
Spent decades in the yin, now let's get ready for the era of yang.That
I hear the yang is a little spicy.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it seems to be a bit too much like lava.
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