cytherean

when the words you’ve been craving bring relief like the drugs you’ve been seeking

and they’ll entice you with tales of enlightenment and fables of fear they’ll distract you with suicidal sentiments of misaligned memories attempt to captivate you with enamored enchantments and euphoric eulogies…

wasn’t the first time ive heard, “if you don’t die.. we can be friends”

fairytale figments written across the mythology of make believe

Meditation… A safer word than seclusion. A prettier idea than no one cares. A less lonely idea than just do it on your own.

A perfect way to stay quiet when you’ve already told the people who claim they love you that something is wrong.

A beautiful way to forgive yourself for asking for help from the people trying to pull you down.

A kinder way to spend your time rather than reliving the truth that the closest one to you betrayed you the most.

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White Lilies like nodes of fate on geometric spaces tied to dates they say things happen for a reason and Gods timing isn’t up for debate But what do you do in the meantime tryna stay away from all this hate telling everyone you’re doing great while feeling yourself being twisted and pained just praying you don’t disintegrate always finding another way outta that checkmate

Searching for a path to your liberated state Outrunning all these people attempting to stop your growth rate, fucking up your figure eight Knowing they’re still in a sleep state And you haven’t even made it outta the starting gate

None of this shit is up for debate When they’re telling you to acclimate To these new tactics that intimidate & dominate You just can’t relate Even when you know you ain’t no lightweight

So you fixate on that clean slate, to reactivate, rejuvenate, reanimate your real state to recapture and reintegrate into your sovereign state

Fuck all that shit telling you to reincarnate We ain’t no initiate We have Soulmates in the realms of the Highest State We ain’t even in the same class, mate With all these irate ingrates tryna dictate how I’m gonna narrate what type of world I’m able to create

It’s where I hide It’s where I’m found It’s where stories come to life And where sometimes I can’t believe my own eyes It’s where passion come fast and hard to play And where it seems gentleness is sometimes a misconstrued thing It’s where I get so mad And it’s where I feel so much love It’s where creative ideas are all around just waiting to be found There are lots of things to do and say The trick is to watch your words and be sure to smile and play