gracieinverse

[gracieinverse]

⟡ Edge of Revelation ⟡

You asked how I’ve been feeling? Lately— The heart sprints faster than time can count, Legs stammer like whispers in a storm, The gut coils, combusts— (then betrays me with a soft rebellion).

Jaws locked. Muscles stone. Palms cold with knowing. Sweaty with not-knowing.

Anticipation is cruel— a breath held hostage, eyes shut tight against the blinding maybe.

Waiting becomes its own kind of worship. A temple of yearning. A prayer for the crack in time where everything spills forth— the shout, the sob, the wild laughter rattling the cage of ribs.

That divine second— when tears don’t just fall, they testify.

When the echo returns: you were not foolish. Not delusional. Not naive.

You were chosen. You were led. You saw the signs— every number, every shimmer in the chaos.

And now, Nirvana knocks, not softly— but like a flood that remembers every drought.

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Moments in Motion 07 '23

It's cold-chillied breaths, layered thoughts, and clothes.

Wrapped in warmth, tucked indoors,

Only one thing could pull me out-

Well, maybe more.

Money.

School.

My man.

The thrill, that rush of reckless youth-

Love, lust, the ache of wanting.

Masculine energy like fire on skin.

Life, in flashes.

Moments.

Chasing, crying,

laughing through chaos.

Changing.

Hope tucked beneath tired eyes.

Justice.

The long days, the longer nights.

The promise of something lighter. Better.

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Snared '23

You hold on.

You hold it in

Until you can't anymore.

It's strange,

How ache becomes breath,

And confusion, a second skin.

Is this it?

She fights the urge to name what's wrong

She's practiced-

Ignoring, suppressing,

Turning discomfort into silence.

No, nothing's wrong with her.

Maybe ...

Maybe this is what was always meant.

Maybe it's time.

Time to sever

that subtle, tugging thread,

the nerve he pulls all too well

The itch that never heals.

But-

What about the laughter?

The moments that almost made it worth it?

Is she ready to let go?

She wants to.

She must.

If not,

The loop will tighten again, and she'll stay questioning.

Half-holding,half hoping

Love isn't always kind

"I'm letting go," she whispers.

It's what I want.

If it's mine, it'll return.

The weight sinks deeper.

It will hurt. But it must.

She believes that now

She's ready to cry-once.

Only once.

Even if the future

Offers no promises.

So she let's go,

completely.

And she does.

And it actually doesn't hurt💀🩵

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Memories linger like perfume on an old scarf

It dulls, often

The stillness. The noise

The rinse, repeat

And yet-she lingers in the mirror

A spark

Wide-eyed, cool without trying

Ten years ago?

She wouldn't have guessed this.

And yet-

She smiles. A little.

Grateful, maybe. Quietly.

Then-

a sharp flicker.

Memory wrapped in ache.

All that knowing,

And still-what?

But maybe that's it.

The fog before the turn

The pause before the click.

She's here now.

And it came rough, oh yeah

no map, just movement.

But the weight is different now.

She knows.

She knows.

She's always been guided.

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The sleeping August at 20

Wait. Waiting.

It's all I've known.

A quiet ritual I return to, while time keeps folding itself forward

Seasons aging my shadow, while I stay tethered to this place.

The world shifts,

Names change,

But the ache-

That never does.

Somewhere, a moment is being born

That will untie me from this yearning, waiting.

But until then,

I linger.

Listening for the hush

That comes just before

Freedom breathes..

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Silent skies, my thoughts erased,

Familiar form, yet spirit replaced.

Days dissolve, a fractured lens,

Within the quiet, my truth ascends.

The shadow I sought was my own,

A spiral's secret, seeds long sown.

Power veiled in silent streams,

Magic awakens in lucid dreams.

Dual forces, dark and light,

Threads of wisdom in endless night.

Frequencies stir, a breath withheld,

Depths untold where mysteries dwell.

Through mirrored echoes, I transcend.