The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.

“Forget everything that you heard, life is just a made up word, everything that is just is but nothing’s what you think it is, life’s only what you do and don’t do, so do what it is that you will or won’t do, yes or no, high or low, turn nothing into something too, all and all, what is true is that you are what is everything and everything is what is you.”

Something among dusty shelves of ordered certitudes long divorced from reality, desiccating peacefully, as if a breath of that air which sees injustice done

Written By Anastasia purea

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