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Zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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One Lost Sheep

. lost . blind . wandering in nothingness the pasture where green promulgates at sight, wholly. pondering about castles built in the air wondering about directions in the vastness of aimlessness. "where am i?" "why am i still here?" questions... Continue Reading →

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A Story Left Untold

From Nazareth, To Bethlehem. Traversing in the dark, Following the unwavering light. No matter how lost you think you are; No matter how dark the route is; No matter how much you do not understand Just know that He is... Continue Reading →

catharsis :re #finale

I am alive, I can breathe, I will rise again. Lesson learned, Advice heeded, Eyes opened. No more depression, No more self-depreciation, No more meaninglessness. Hopes, Dreams, Love, Restored. The light penetrated through the murkiness of darkness. My fears dissipated... Continue Reading →

Patience (Restrung)

. . . Wait . . . Wait . . . nothing. ... nothing has happened yet. ... maybe it is just too early. i mean. what can i expect from doing the same thing for a year or so.... Continue Reading →

re: hope #29

the thin gossamer thread that i held on for years it has not snapped nor has it torn apart, it remained stout, sturdy and solid. Through the depths hell, Over the nine mountains and eight seas, There is nothing That... Continue Reading →

re:surrected #28

Awakened, I am unconscious no more, I am in control. Although I am still in the midst Of darkness And wastage, I am more in control, compared to last time. It is me who have the carte blanche over me,... Continue Reading →

re: broken #27

it is only when i am broken, i discover myself, how the pieces of mine came about, how the brokenness made me whole again. holding my breath, closed my eyes, counting my blessings, listing down my times, i realised myself... Continue Reading →

sixth sense #26

i am hungry, the hunger inside me, is craving for, more. desperation is lackluster, i am. living without hunger is not human. being hungry meant being human. if i simply forgot how to be hungry, just being comfortable, i could... Continue Reading →

re: sense five #25

towering concrete jungles, minute hindrances, cycling through habits, indulgence peaking, i am here, in the midst of this, mess. i just woke up from the conformity, i want to break away from the mass. not realising how difficult this is.... Continue Reading →

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