my true desire is to relieve others of their pain, though I myself may fall into hell.
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Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.
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When nostalgic tears fall,
patiently do they tattoo modest cheeks. And the only advice is to wake up and smell the coffee when your soul reeks of the morning after, but How can we move on when all we do is hold on to what hurts? And these good vibes that we long for become short change for the empty pockets in our hearts. The blissful smiles and wistful kisses from the most important stain our memories with moments unforgettable like an elephant’s first kiss. Words tip-toe across palettes like whispers from the wind at night, we Candy coat over our visions that replay over and over and call them secrets as if God didn’t direct them himself. Can you feel it? The feeling of wanting to get away with nowhere to go. Do you hear it? The cries of mute lips. The silence of speaking aloud with no one there to hear you. The music being played on your heartstrings by a hand with no fingertips; hoping to grasp a feeling so euphoric. But, sometimes harmful history finds harmony within the heart making it hard to get shine… as if you traded your shadow for a raincloud. So much to say but not all ink was made to be audible so, close your eyes and watch your pride. Your ego can kill you if you aren’t careful. I, just want good vibes.
-Ashton Travis