Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
I got addicted to you so easily, attracted to you in ways that are hard to explain
Every day you're in my head, when night falls and the world quiets, my mind doesn't, it's filled with thoughts of you.
I lay awake wanting to talk to you.
You're the last whisper in my consciousness before sleep claims me.
And my first thought when I wake, this is how every day goes.
I care about you more than you realize and I appreciate you more than you think.
I want only your attention and with that, I'll find my peace.
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Weavers of Earth
To burn the ships is to realize that the person who arrived on this shore is not the one meant to survive the crossing. You are not losing your way, you are losing your exit.
Devotion is the courage to be blind to the outcome but awake to the calling.
Your mind will scream for a lighthouse, a sign, or a guarantee of safe harbor. But the soul understands that the path is not something you find, it is something you become.
When the smoke rises from the ruins of your comfort, the horizon is no longer a place you are trying to reach. it is the fire burning within your own chest.
Even if the fog is impenetrable, even if the ground feels like shadows, you walk. You walk because staying on the shore has become a slow betrayal of your own existence.
You surrender the "how" and the "when" to the infinite, keeping only the "yes" in your heart.
This is the sacred vow: I choose the path even if I never see the end. I choose the call because it is the only truth I have left
death bed (coffee for your head)-Powfu,beabadoobee
Don't stay awake for too long
Don't go to bed
I'll make a cup of coffee for your head
I'll get you up and going out of bed
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