shadowy tendrils
of doubt
strengthen tested infirmities:
real and imagined.
do i really deserve to fly?
do i really deserve to dream?
am i right,
to love without reason?
have i truly set myself free?
anger
fear
and righteousness
all fell
away (not too long ago).
but doubt-
fed by desire,
creativity,
and hope,
shrinks and grows with every breath.
how do i bear this love for life?
how do i live this love for me?
how do i share this love with the world?
and,
how do i share this love with you?
—–just shaddup and buy the damn game.—–
—————the Time is Now———–
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