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OCD

I board the plane at Budapest; please fly me back to where my heart is.

OCD has followed me, nowhere to be seen during my trip then it sneaks into my backpack, managing to get through security and boarding pass checks. Surely not I ask myself, what has triggered all this hell?

“2hrs 50mins flight time” the pilot announces till the plane is back on land and I just sit with my head in my hands...

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Lost

Her mind wanders into the depths of darkness, the pick axe of thoughts tearing through and crashing down the entrance gates to hell.

The tears run down her skin like water from a decayed bleeding tap, pondering on the word why, contemplating the desires to be free of emotion, a non emotional being, safe from feelings and the pain these create. Manifestation and Manipulation!

Staring ahead at...

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My favourite colour is orange

Dearest friend, take those darkest thoughts that silhouette demons, decante them into a bottle and place it onto your shelf of contemplation.

Do not regret your path, yes it is worn and sometimes sore but shaped like an orange rainbow and sneaks through the greyest of clouds.

Do not neglect your dreams, they may have lost some grandure along the way, but they are part of you just as much as ...

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She

She is my flame, she is what ignites, what excites and delights me.

She is my silver shining river, she is my sun and moon, the tunes and words I want to sing.

Her hold is heaven.

She is my peace, my comfort, my faith and my hope.

She does not prohibit nor refuse; she sees wonder in all that is.

I fall 6 floors when she smiles, landing on upside down clouds....

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