The stars lit me up
And lined my pockets
The dancing wisked me away
And spun me up
They won’t leave
They lift me over the fence
Over the moon
They dig my grave
And soak my bones
♡Saschia
The stars lit me up
And lined my pockets
The dancing wisked me away
And spun me up
They won’t leave
They lift me over the fence
Over the moon
They dig my grave
And soak my bones
♡Saschia
Feelings of sadness and illusions
is the product of this madness,
that we know and call depression
between all the mess & confusion
we’ve discovered doing our best
lead us to create its disillusion.
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Madness is the product of the search for self which at times can lead to depression. Ambivalence is the product of seeing the whole picture.
Doing your best looks like what? Because sometimes your best is quitting and sometimes it’s sticking it out. Regardless of the choice the illusions still dance and the walls still talk that’s what I like to call imagination. 🙂
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