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Paradoxical Party


Only inebriated by our own troubles,
with no form of sobriety in society
and so intoxicated by our own thoughts.
We are just circling around one another in the party
of that I see as life.
When we meet a death of our paradoxical minds, the death of our bodies
or both intertwined, life carries on.
So, as we reside in our physical form, celebrate.
Have your cake and eat it.
Please don’t step on anybody else’s footsteps if they are not dancing to your rhythm.
Dance your own design,
truth is, the party never ends
live to love in celebration and hold onto your hats!

Lauren.x

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Change

As  I stand with my feet in the ocean, and look at the setting sun, I think of how many me's, have stood in how many seas, but always stared at the same one. A snapshot of scenes in the movie of me, at various times of my being. A new version of me every single time; the same star I'm always seeing. It fills me with curious wonder, for the places that I may go; And the life that has yet to happen, and the things I have yet to know. Jess

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