By one's self without one's own self.
Apr. 11th, 2025 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raileusI laid by the bedside and to the self destruction inflicted upon my own self, split as I am; into one who wants to live, and the other who doesn't.
And darkness kisses the faces of the dead, but the sun hugs the faces of the one's who live.
Eidetic isn't it?
The dark ones like us who see it?
I am not hermetic in the words I say, for if you understand it; then there is no mysticism.
But I would be belied if I didn't admit that it is esoteric.
My life is surely hermetic, it is not at all aesthetically pleasing,there is nothing well-favored here, anyone who understands the death I speak of must at least quaver with their own reason about it.
And darkness kisses the faces of the dead, but the sun hugs the faces of the one's who live.
Eidetic isn't it?
The dark ones like us who see it?
I am not hermetic in the words I say, for if you understand it; then there is no mysticism.
But I would be belied if I didn't admit that it is esoteric.
My life is surely hermetic, it is not at all aesthetically pleasing,there is nothing well-favored here, anyone who understands the death I speak of must at least quaver with their own reason about it.
