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Enough Is Enough
The 21st letter to you. Everything feel so wrong once I feel my anxiety roars at me; my body feels wrong, my hair seems odd, my face imperfect and so on. Why is that? The only thing I could do is to sit still in silence and meditate instead of distracting myself from the anxiety. The only way out is to sit with my anxiety and feel it to release and understand why, and through letting go of the thoughts in my mind that trip me off that I could truly feel calm and peace. It’s to see the truth straight in the face instead of being afraid of meeting…
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Affection On My Fingertips
The 14th love letter to my, Twin Ray. To hear you say “I love you” is strangely distant to me. I have never once thought that words could be piling up and that my stomach knot itself in distress. I look past the dawn and see the sunrise on the horizon. You are gone, but I’m still here waiting for you to appear like a shooting star I can wish upon. I don’t fight in a war, but why do this feels like I am battling? Emotions disrupt my peace and exceeding numerous time from nowhere. I guess I can’t hide them under the rug and call it a day,…
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The Eternal Flame
The 20th letter to you. Once again I stand up from the ashes after the fire burned me, the flames that tempered my soul seared and smith me like a sharp sword; the eternal flame. You see, nothing is impossible if your mind is strong enough to endure hardship and suffering, at least not when you have a burning wish or desire to fulfill. When I find myself ascending to a higher dimension, and understand what I needed, I don’t mind being put back in the “cage,” being under surveillance or forced to be medicate to eventually get my freedom, because all those are only illusions. I accept and willingly…
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How Do I Let Go?
The 13th love letter to my, Twin Ray. Beloved, With all my frustration I don’t know what else to do but to slowly letting go and as much as I want the gap between us to shorten and with the interlude of our heartbeats I still hope it will beat in unison someday. I either sleep too much or stay up all night; there’s nothing in between. Sleep doesn’t come easy, but once I lay down on my pillow with eyes closed thoughts of you appear in a parade and demonstrate themselves like memories in mine mind. How can I let go when your fire still burns within my soul?…
"Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness and still become something beautiful."
