A. A. Mor

Joined October 2020

2 stories

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Creation itself absorbs the energy we inhabit within and out of reality. Illusion is our greatest asset and our gravest downfall.

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My Dearest Highest Self
The art of living is fondly remembered in each breath I dare take. Every hug I give, I hold for as long as I can. I look him in his eyes every chance I get. I coat my heart with patience and understanding and allow all conditions to escape my mind. I intertwine my soul along with high vibration and will myself to be free.
By A. A. Mor5 years ago in Poets
BTF
The spines of wilted twigs splayed across beds of Autumn leaves crackle beneath my weight. With each springing step, my toes crunch at the touch of brittleness. My heart banging on the door to my brain, screaming, begging for help! "Please!" BOOM BOOM BOOM "Please! Let me in!" BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM "HELP ME! PLEASE!" BOOM
By A. A. Mor5 years ago in Poets