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So you thought you found the one… poor misguided heart.

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when you’ve had just about enough with this bullshit existence, and burger king forgets the fucking ranch for your onion rings…

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“14x14” open frame collage

title: life’s ebb & flow #handmadecollage

The strings of the harp, plucked, just like her heart from her chest then shattered into pieces by a pain that’s too hard to digest

a hollowing within that echos for more

meets the deafening silence one cannot ignore

illuminating her loneliness by the pale moonlight unsure of the way, let misery be her guide

charting her course through the tears that she cried

drowning in thoughts of what could have been

just a few notes more, before her song comes to an end.

(03/03/2021 843pm)

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#unapologeticundertow #originalhandmadecollage

(the shortest summary of the story version) once upon a time there was a sailor that navigated the darkened seas in search of #truelove. Became enchanted by the #songoftheSiren falling in love with a #mermaid ... ? #NOPE!

Upon realizing this creature was more like an octopus, the sailor #disgusted, knew this wasn’t his true love & attempted to sail away… but his ship was stuck and it was too late. Falling deeply in love with the Sailor, the Siren gave him 2 choices.

Stay & they’d be 2gether for eternity or #drown…

The sailor’s decision became his end, he would never love something so hideous. So, she raised the waters & the sailor was pulled under... if he wouldn’t love her, then he would drown. #sirenSorryNOTsorry

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2 tears in a bucket 🪣 💔‼️

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i have nothing but the broken pieces of a jigsaw puzzle heart. some don’t quite fit together, while others have somehow become lost. it was your love that held it together and now that it’s over, it’s fallen apart.

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“3rdeye-voidance” original analog collage #gluepaperscissors ✂️ #cutandpaste #cre8ivegenius mazNsART

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hello new day, i’m still broken 💔

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and just like that, your whole world ends as your heart breaks.

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i’m sure this is supposed to read #sacraficeothersforourwants … am i wrong to even say such a thing? look around you…

👁️👁️ do you see others putting themselves out for anyone other than themselves? go ahead. take a look, i’ll wait… ⏳

back so soon?!?! did you look hard enough…

i’ll be the first to admit that i don’t always think of others and that my actions at times can be selfish. i may not sacrifice another person to get what i want (ahem the hollywood elite cough cough) uh oh. i forgot the point i was gonna make…

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#finishedcollage

perspective: look from within to understand your reality. your foundation shouldn’t be built from the opinion of others … transparently, an intuitive heart will guide you.

new #handmadecollage “the inbetween” created 08/16/23 #cre8ivegenius : yours truly #mazNsART #iLOVEcollage #analogcollage #thirdeyeperspective #guidedbycreativeintuition.

A PICTURE MAY BE WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS, BUT ITS NOT DOING THIS COLLAGE ANY JUSTICE. 👀 so much better in reality!

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perspective: look from within to understand your reality. your foundation shouldn’t be built from the opinion of others … transparently, an intuitive heart will guide you. 🤍

new #handmadecollage “the inbetween” created 08/16/23 #cre8ivegenius : yours truly #mazNsART #papergluescissors #analogcollage #papercollage #thirdeyeperspective #guidedbycreativeintuition. A PICTURE MAY BE WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS, BUT ITS NOT DOING THIS COLLAGE ANY JUSTICE.

so much better in the reality

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the glass box

once, there was a girl. this girl lived in a glass box. it was in this box, that the girl dwelled for a very long time. she was fragile like the glass box. surrounded by walls, she was protected from those that would try to bring her pain - never feeling sorrow or the salty taste of a tear. inside the box, the girl was placed upon a mirrored throne for all to see… but like a mirage she was always out of reach. there was no one else like her. a princess made of shimmering lights; her crown adorned with diamond stars. her breathtaking beauty, so rare & so bright reflected throughout her crystal palace. casting a warm glow, a lighted path to guide those her reflection would entrance. and the girl did have visitors. never allowing them in, their visits were few & brief. this distance prevented those from outside the box from getting near. they couldnt touch her & if they couldnt touch her, the girl was never hurt. those that dared to come too close were cut-a small warning. one day, a visitor came by. knowing how truly delicate the girl was, he treated her kindly. with his warmth, the visitor ignited something the girl had never known. blinding her by loves first touch, the small spark went unnoticed, and the box slowly began to crack. with each passing day the crack grew larger. tiny glass snowflakes drifted through the air, away from the box, unseen by the girl. unaware of the pain this visitor could bring, the girl ignored the sounds of breaking glass & welcomed him into her world. the untouched world, where heartache & cries were absent… eventually, the glass box shattered. a rain of tiny glass tear drops fell from the girl’s eyes, because this time, it was the girl that was cut. of course, the visitor stopped coming by, she wasnt special anymore. she was no longer the beautiful girl, residing in the glass box. without the box, the girl could feel pain. with pain, came tears. with those tears, loneliness would soon follow. the girl tried desperately to put the box back together, but it was too late. left all alone, no place for her to hide, she was vulnerable. without the protection from the glass box, the girl was constantly hurt by others. their visits few & brief, never lingering, long enough to see her tears. like her visitors, time passed. then finally one day, she found a key. a key to the steel box that she now resides in. unseen, free from pain.

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