Dear Mind,

I just want you to know that I don’t fucking care about your little ludicrous games anymore… You selfish monster, have no more power over the wild dance I call “my life”!

Even when you bleed to death my sleepless nights, even if you take my breath and let me gasping chocked in darkness and despair…I  still remain untouched…

Gotcha!…you are just another schmuck –  too simple for my taste…

Stripped of all my costumes, archetypes, prototypes and patterns, I stand naked, transparent, vulnerable yet more powerful than ever. Free!

I own my weaknesses and my magnificence. I am evolving, floating in celestial bliss as I unveil one more layer that will get me closer to Ecstasy, to me.

evelina

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