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03.16.25 - I Miss You

I miss you. You should not have been scared.

I'm sorry it made you runaway.

You should have allowed yourself to be dared.

You loved doing it, even for no audience.

I miss you.

I wish I could hug you and make you feel less tense.

But you're here now.

You had nothing to worry about.

You were scared.

You let it take over without any doubt.

That was your fear even if you didn't want it to be.

I missed you.

But you're here now.

I'm going to protect you.

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11.17.24 - The 9 (continued) / What is R3VE?

The 9 is a tentative term for the different entities that makeup the inner workings within my being. Upon coming up with this theory, I envisioned a train where I stop at each station to address each of them but after giving it time to really settle in my head, guided by the self awareness I've developed, this has become an untitled project I aim to build for the long term.

For now, this is R3VE:

It began by introducing the darker entity, the Kunt, a sort of malicious shadow that hangs above the consciousness. Then there's Reve, the physical vessel that embodies the entities on this reality. The second entity is John and the dual dynamics that play a constant moral role while experiencing this known universe. As living machinery, should we wonder why we think the way we do then react differently, only to regret it afterwards? Humans are deemed to be the superior of all living things but incapacitating actions contradict this notion. As flawed creatures, our existence cannot entirely be defined by what we do but what our minds portray in the role of living. We are creatures of tales and wonder. Tears of the past make up humanity and there are unheard voices within us that longs to unfold. There is a will within that demands to unfurl a story. For soon this decaying, aging flesh will perish. There are six more to come. Six more building blocks that encapsulates the reasons for will and acceptance. Six strings to tune up the past for the progression ahead. Merely defining the self through this profound, almost magical, human experience.

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Fire and Blood // Doug Wheatley

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i like em chonky

- JuVenile

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R3VE // John

Duality. Incomplete without the other half. Left and right. Up and down. It's the reflection in the mirror that fools or satisfies you. He comes in two. John is the spiritual and the logical. He thrives on rainy days because that is when the clouds reach out to the ground. When the snow slowly settles on trees, he finds peace. When the sweat drips down to the asphalt, he feels alive. When two elements meet for a moment, like a vision of the horizon where the sky touches the sea, that is where you'll find John. Then comes the other John--an anomaly. Puzzled and peculiar, this opposite being remains in constant yearning. Unlike the spiritual one, this anomaly longs to stray from the present. Instead, likely to trap the other entities, it grazes upon what "could" and "should have been". Often mistaken as a state of anxiety, John can only be silenced by its other half like dropping a cube of ice to soften a hot cup of water. As two entities having similar heads in one physical form(Reve), they understand the reasons for being while acknowledging its limitations and flawed ideals. The existence of a shadow(the Kunt) make it hard to tell which of one is the other. But one thing is true, the only way to distinguish John is to examine the other one.

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Magpaanod sa panganod ✨

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02. 08. 24. - pulling back.

I blame myself.

There is no one to blame when you begin to react.

That's the only controllable force.

However, I could have reacted worse.

Therefore, I will pull back.

Pull back on everything.

I've had enough.

There's just too much--I can't

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R3VE | Reve

At the most inner core, it's simple. There's a pot to fill and that pot remains empty for sometime. Once its filled, it begins its cycle to create its own biosphere. For now, Reve is an empty vessel which is a constant between the physical reality and the ideal one. The human chemistry is complex and it exists because we were given souls to fill out this physical realm. Souls are tried, tested, abused, and continuously developing. As an empty vessel, Reve has no particularities and is meant to evaluate the inner parts. The ideal realm that encapsulates the deeper layers. Revealed when self-discovery was put in the front line, this empty vessel remains confused and unconscious while battling ideas at every corners of the walls it’s been given.

An undiscovered cave underneath a temperate forest. It’s waiting for an explorer to dig deep into its core. Given by its hollowed features, different forces find solace within. Dark or Gentle forces needing a shelter to use in hiding and a nest to lay its head on for solitude. As these forces come and go while the vessel builds its temple, destruction is expected but Reve reconstructs itself and begins to form its own entity. A work in progress. A vessel building its biosphere.

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R3VE: THE KUNT

This fucking whore deserves the first spotlight. The incessant thirst for lust and desire with a spoonful of gargantuan appetite for the darker side of life. A sinister energy that continues to haunt the present. Whispering ashes of decaying intentions and poisonous in nature. Sort of a venom-like character that walks around in the dark with 20/20 vision hunting for the edge of death. Evil lurks and THE KUNT follows with it. Famished for attention but wise enough not to show itself in the light because when evil is a few steps ahead, THE KUNT is already calculating the next 10 steps. Disguised in a sorrowful facade, its selfishness also blooms. As smoke enters, it slowly reaches consciousness and wraps its arms with menacing tenderness. Be careful. Tread lightly. THE KUNT don't play nice. Dirt is nothing. Filth is child's play. Though as the night takes over, slumber may only be its weakness. As the mind shuts down, so do the temple that awakens this suffocating sensation releasing a cathartic virtue free from this rotten entity.

"Don't Shuffle, That's for Losers"

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11.19.23 - The Nineteenth of November

There's a sunset to a sunrise.

A leader to a follower.

A memory to every passing day.

A man continues till he is more wise.

Growth needs destruction, tenderness, and bloom.

Even a cloud disappears once it's done its part.

A rainbow shows itself to the eyes that need to see it.

So when all is done, it will not end in doom.

Find treasure in things unkempt.

Feel pressure when your world's not a nest.

Don't measure sorrows by numbers.

Just make sure you are at your best.

Or getting there.