The silhouette with a heart

Unruly are those that come in disguise

No sorrow sets upon the lightness of these beings

Already dead, do they seek new life

since all that is dead wants to live,

Life is precious, one often realizes in retrospect.

Those who are unruly know what it is like.

They can see, fly, be anywhere they might

Haunted are those who disrespect the dead

Who would have thought its only the living with power

blinded by the earth, the comfortable illusion

To hide the horrors that lay elsewhere,

A flaming core hidden with gems

No one is truly free.

Author: Kees Berg

I'm a practitioner of holistic healing, a student of social-economical systems and like to move around throughout the day to write during the night. Currently living in the beautiful city Breda. Hit me up on the street or come by for a visit at my place if you dare or find some other way, or just telepathically, depends on the circumstances. It is pretty hectic these strays. Can enjoy adventurous travels or just some couch hanging obviously with a nice snack, refer to exchange list.

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