HeyJaredShadow Whimsy
Embracing shadows openly & dancing with the paradoxes in our existence.
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Your Brain Treats Life as Death (opens the original)
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TOF. Thoughts Of Flowing. I write not as teacher or guru or guide. I write as overflow. As a way to free the dam (of thoughts) into rivers (flowing). They may be inconclusive, they may be incomplete, they may represent an idea that the me of now believed then but that the me of now no longer does. Being TOF is freedom to me. Making them public is a way to invite you to hang with me at the rivers. It gets lonely out here sometimes. Wonder with me.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href=
Glass Dreams (opens the original)
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Light and Shadow's Daily Dance (opens the original)
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Celestial light kisses night Shadow dances with the light -United with their tempo,the waters of Earth sway-Their romance glows for eyesbillions of light years awayPerhaps we forgot the wonder we were given when we chose to name their rhythm…Oh, the splendor of light and shadow's tune,in their mystical dance we’ve named: -the moon-</s
Divine Venom (opens the original)
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Your voice dissolvesevery space for volitionstill vacant in me. It's a venom of high viscocity, delivered intravenouslyYour seductive vibrationis a tender violence.It vanishes my will andrevokes my agency-yet produces arevolutionary revivalof my divinit
There's a Dead Guy at the Bottom of the Pool- What His Love for His Red Car Taught Me (opens the original)
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I sat at the top of my stairs in my condo to journal tonight and somehow I was no longer 36. I was 8 years old, sitting on the steps outside my parent's second floor apartment on Baltimore Drive in La Mesa, California. It was a cozy spot to journal in. There were trees on both sides and from the top of the stairs, I could see the community pool sparkling.A guy died in there once.He was a happy guy. Loved his red car.I'd see him every morning washing it. It brought him so much joy. You could tell
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