Temporary man
By Jordan A. Burgh
The temporary man in your lives is me, the man the holds the scissors. Im the healer of lost souls. The damages and damned come to me when no one else will listen to their cries. Im the one who heals, advices and tugs ever so lightly on the strings of trauma that hold them high above the ground. I help them cut the strings of puppeteer that wants nothing but to hang them ever so above the ground dangling for help. I heal them only for them to run free and be happy. They leave me so I can help the next soul and for that Is the gift and the curse of the temporary man that holds the scissors capable of cutting away our deepest most negative thoughts. It’s a responsibility, I hold dear and close to my lost soul
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Jordan A. Burgh
i write quotes based of my life as seen through my mental illnesses, i share most of my writings in snippets and quotes. follow my instagram for more posts @jordan_burgh
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“Imagine if you will, there is a library of lives. Bare with me for a second, just one second I swear, think of each book in this enormous library contains a story, a perspective of life from each soul that ever lived or will. A library with countless aisles that seems to go on infinitely, Imagine how many of these books you’ll never read or even impact the particular course of their own history or the path its heading. Picture if you can how you’re nothing but a side character or a supportive role in all the lives you influence on a daily basis and vice versa. How many lives you’ll only read about and how many have never even been written yet. Even worse yet how many stories are nothing more than a rerun episode, you’ve read a millions of times and are tired of reading.
By Jordan A. Burgh5 years ago in Poets
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