There… Where no thoughts remain at the door to nowhere. Where autumn crawls under each fallen dream to carry it beyond forgiveness… I've learned to count backwards from illusion, hoping to reach the point of no return into some stranger's thoughts about my own defeat. When we sit down, my soul and thee, it's me...
Month: April 2018
Angst…
In times of loneliness, when all seems lost, from deep within your solitude an embrace shall reach the tears of your anguish, watering fragile strings of wildness, resonating echoes of your primal self. And as they grow, small purple flowers will obscure unwanted daylights... © @WingsAutistic - Liberty of Thinking
The #autistic lives of pines…
I was born in Northern Transylvania's Maramures, at the feet of majestic mountains, covered by ancient, noble forests, with their trees as brothers to us, and sisters. Strong beeches, venerable oaks, solitary pines, imbued with the crystalline waters of pure streams … It's the pines which fascinated my people for millennia, giving us our cradles, … Continue reading The #autistic lives of pines…
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