Poetry Blogs (expansion)
Biding their time. Defining what is and is not define. Priming and pruning your mind for a life coloring within the lines. You cling to their lies; nothing exists behind the boundaries they've devised.
Hear the truth buried in every lie, all are Devine. Hug this world tight and define for yourself what it is to be alive.
Is it fulfilling to be tied to the desires if the subconscious mind? Yo...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 5:02 am