Meditations 7.

When I awake, it is heaven and hell.

I am cursed – to be on this planet.

I am not complaining, this is observation.

Life of sin, temptation, suffering, and pain.

Passions, victory.

In search of love as sweet of hickory.

We all lack philosophy, including myself, I know little and yet, I know a lot.

My heart and roses rot.

I’ll be just fine when my heart metaphorically and literally rots.

Wisdom [8]

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.

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