Fearless, delicate thoughts try to rise to the surface, freedom slips outside, opening up new horizons for themselves
They do not storm, they do not seek fire, but carefully prepare themselves to undergo the furnace
creations of shapeless selves envelop each other, creating a space free from all kinds of sounds of human coldness, they overcome the bluntness of negation and liberate themselves into words, yes, it is possible
The undeniable smoke of the flame that waited so long for warmth slowly warms itself, creating a pleasant new space for the warmth of true, unfeigned love, which shines so beautifully anew, in itself and from itself, and is felt in every inch of being.
About the Creator
Darkos
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Your obsession about me hurts
Whatever I publish, you always have some advice and suggestions, without knowing me and without delving into who I really am. It's not even about me, but about the fact that you don't know my path, my process, my life, my situation, and my environment. It's easy to judge things from a distance, especially when you are completely free from yourself and the people around you. It's easy when you are surrounded by others of a similar nature. It's easy to judge and criticize, but it's much harder to accept it all, especially when there is still so much to digest and heal, not only from the past but also from the present, from those who will never change their behavior in the most difficult environments, where the word “no” is the main source of all problems.
By DarkosExclusive • about a month ago
Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylor5 days ago in Poets
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