metaphysical-truth
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You didn’t land here the way you think you did. You arrived. Quietly. Completely. With no memory of the place you came from and no map for where you’re going next. That’s part of the design. You stepped into a body like stepping into a suit. Not permanent. Not owned. Just worn long enough to…
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There once was a time when everything shimmered with mystery. When the air itself felt alive, and even silence hummed with potential. Before the awakening, before the glasses were put on, life was new—untamed, glowing at the edges. You didn’t yet know that truth could sting, that knowing could cost you softness. Back then, wonder…
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There are no more nights for wishes.No more upturned faces whispering to falling stars.The heavens don’t trade in longing anymore—they only echo what already is. We walk the trembling linebetween here and there,between the heartbeat of matterand the breath that keeps pretending it’s alive.The walls hum in color now,breathing, shifting,wearing masks of meaningfor those who…
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Some things remain the same, and some things shift before our eyes. The world likes to ask who followed who, as though one must always walk behind the other. But I tell you this—I was the one who bore life, and he was life itself. They tried to rewrite what we were by naming us…
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(**taken from my handheld listening device-one bright day in the middle of the night**) You want to talk about then and now. About what was done, what was spoken, what was hidden. You want to twist the story into something that makes you look like the wounded one, but revenge is not mine to seek.…
