The only stage I want

Photo by Miha Rekar on Unsplash

Maybe I need to stop thinking about what they — what anyone — is doing

and build my life the way I want to build it

— just me —

It’s just me here.

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The world’s a stage, but I’m not interested in performing.

Not for a role,

a script,

or a save-the-world mission.

My mission is truth.

Not your dry, intellectual definition —

Not your feelings-only-based filter,

— I’m here for truth —

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Full body

Full soul

The kind that strikes like fire + ice

all at once.

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Inside my veins

Magma cooling

the truth that keeps

me drooling

from the roots to the sky

from dirt to empire

vertical frequency

of light unsuppressed

even when I hold back

—fire— in my chest

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You chill and warm

all at once

like a peppermint mocha

by a fire, in frost

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Lost

in Your gaze

be the end of my days

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that never actually stop

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I drop into you

and you rise into me

swirling in waves

in eternity’s sea

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They said the world is a stage

but this is the only one I want

you and I

swirling through timelines

in frost

magnetic heat

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I’ll be your superposition

gravity

bends

at my intentions.

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I trace you, one finger

ever so gently

feel the tingle and chill

in every part that is empty

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—alchemy—

let it be

leave your pain

I’ll make it ecstasy

Healing transfiguration

look at the colors that form

in the sensation

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Words are spells

I offer them gently

like a kitty that purrs

before it claws you intently.

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Thanks for going on this ride with me, friends as I offer you an intimate view of scrambles in my journals. I’m here to chill with you as you sort through whichever part gave you some kind of feels. Always here WITH you, on this journey of existence — loving the shadows, offering some whimsy. May beauty find you everywhere today. Love, Steph.

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