My soul will not be institutionalized.
Every day is an opportunity to peel off the scales from my eyes.
I'm still a traveller. I don't know when it'll all end, but till I look in the eyes of my fellow man and see God, I'll keep to this path.
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🦁 The peaceful Rebel 🦁
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Bedroom Whispers
Non-FictionThe bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were co...
