Gripped in a death roll, my mind has been unable to shake the intrusive grasp of darkness. Grief and desire have descended my mind like an unending, unrelenting discourse. Continue reading “When My Ego Is Weak”
True to self, present to soul; possibly validating the ardent sensory of the empath along the way.
Warning: this could very well be a dissenting contemplation of mind, body, and soul.
Today was a day my mind refused to be disciplined. My soul has suffered a blow Continue reading “True to Self, Present to Soul”