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The cold nibbling at my toes

The winter sun nearing it's solstice

It starts with an idea

It brings a promise of opportunity

To stand tall

To laugh with purity

A community in solidarity

This vibe

This song

This stretch of rode

This string,

Tied around my soul

It brings me where I must go

Here is the purest form of energy

It's pulsating between my ears

A complete serenity.

You nested here last night

That's why I was lead here,

To mingle my tracks with your own.

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Screaming into the void

Why am I so drained? Where did my abundance of energy go? I used to go for days without sleep now I can only stand to be out of bed for a few hours. This bedroom doesn't have what I want and yet i feel so addicted to it

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“currently listening too as I scroll”

They hold you back They hold you down And you kinda’ feel bad but you know that you gotta get out This is your pain your dilemma Do you stay in the town where they raised ya Or will you sail away

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The rest of my life starts tonight

Life is all I got. 

Sometimes I forget to live it. I’ve been running from my head. Afraid to stop and collect my thoughts because I didn’t want to face them.

But my head is beautiful, I’m so in love with the person I am. 

I’m done running. I’m starting to live my life again.

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new psychonaught 

This is probably the best thing I’ve ever posted on here 🐶🌎🌑

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When you feel like you don’t belong anywhere you have the freedom to go everywhere.

The Contact: Awesomeness is guaranteed when a member of the smartest vertebrate on land meets with a member of the smartest invertebrate in the ocean.

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via @extramadness

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Blank Pages

I feel blank. 

Like the space between the words in a book. The story continues to unfold around me but my own narrative feels stagnant and lacking expression. Page 100 reads the same way as page 10. This story is missing its main characters. It feels as if the narrator of my novel has been recounting on his own for so long. I’m missing the plot points. I need direction, I need something to fill in these blank gaps of my story.

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Dirty dogs

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practical?

A curious and entirely practical Sabre with a raised false-edge and a coral hilt that belonged to Archduke Ferdinand II, Germany, ca. 1560, housed at the Kunsthistorisches Museum.

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A princess and her castle

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Lost in thought

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Best friends

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Dogs deserve to be spoiled.

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Why am I here?

Who am I?

What do I do?

Who put me here?

What are my limits?

Am I beholden to constraints outside my control?

What do I fear?

Why should I be afraid?

How far can I go?

Is there a being outside of my understanding?

Can there be a god?

Is it my duty to fight or serve that being?

Who's in charge here?

Does it matter?

I’m about to begin a journey… Or maybe it’s already begun?  I’m not sure.

I stand at the foot of a path with no trail.  Fog spills over my feet, suffocating the ground and leaving no hint of where to go.  I need to move forward but I fear what lurks under the tendrils of white mist.  With each step I take I risk losing my foot in a marmot’s burrow or falling into a wolf den.  The path with no trail is treacherous and if I am to walk ahead there is no guarantee I’ll live to reach the destination.

Speaking of which, where am I going?  

Only a fool would walk the path with no trail and yet here I am lost amongst the other adrift souls, stumbling forward with no answers.  But what other choice do I have?  Yes the journey forward is dangerous but I have been given no evidence to believe that the journey backwards would be any safer.  Furthermore to turn back now would only guarantee my success in never failing and what would be the point in telling that story?  

I’ve failed time and time again.  I’ve stood on the precipice of the great trial when everything was at stake and lost it all.  I have watched everything I was be obliterated and I have lost the battle more times than I’ve won.  But this entire time I’ve been fighting, not once has my journey ended.  

I have felt what it’s like to put everything on the line and lose  but no matter how naked I felt, no matter how vulnerable I may have looked, I pressed on.

Because each time you break your foot in a marmot burrow it eventually heals, give yourself the time and care you need and soon your journey will continue… Or maybe it’s just beginning?

Sometimes when you’re so broken it may feel like everything you are can’t go on and sometimes it really can’t.  So you become something else, you shed the broken you and you build again.  Build a new you that can keep fighting and is always ready to fall into another burrow because there will be so many more.

Right now I’m a new me.  I need to build myself into something I wasn’t.  I’ll become stronger in every sense of the word. I’m going to train myself to be mentally, physically, and spiritually tough.  I’m going to be ready for anything, I’ve learned how to fight to survive, now I’m going to learn how to fight to succeed.

The path with no trail is terrifying, but when the fog hides the trail then there is only one way to go,

                                                                 Forwards.

Untitled by Leire Unzueta

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A landslide in Estes Park, Colorado, even in the midst of destruction we drive forward.

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I think that is…the secret of writing: attitude. Hope, unyielding faith in the enterprise.

Barbara Kingsolver 

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I think I just discovered this tonight