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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

Welcome to my blog!

Hello my name is: Icicle Audacity. All I see are ghxsts. I'm the misguided stride for self improvement - a sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights, it’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. This is what I am & I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. My bones are frozen, my marrow has turned to ice - my body is just a body, a corpse without a head. I'm just a vessel & my brain has long been dead.

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convalescence

I am on a constant search for something that I can’t even begin to understand. An ever-present anxiety that bears no direct purpose but a burden on my conscience. Well, that’s not entirely true. By that I mean in the back of my mind I think it’s entirely clear to me, but I don’t think I want to accept it, for whatever reason that might be. I am in constant conflict with my thoughts and my own conscious acceptance. That’s the real problem. I try to kid myself into recognizing what’s real and what I wish could be real, or vice versa.

I will never understand why I allow myself to tear myself in two.

“And to reflect is to regret – throwing it all away and apathy my one way street, it took so much from me. Separated by this divide I created through my fears and in your tears you tried to show blind eyes and tell deaf ears. If we can make it through the landslide standing, we’ll lift each other up to see the bliss on the horizon. Been looking in from the outside lately, I’ve seen who I used to be and it’s not me. I just want to take you where our time won’t waste anymore, through the mountains on the water we’ll stay engulfed in one another. And when I can wake up to see the sunrise in you eyes then we’ll finally be free and I’ll know I’ve made it home.  So lets go out west and bask in the overcast and walking through the rain we’ll see the beauty in life again”

I’m in a comfortable limbo of being neither here, nor there, but I think it’s starting to piece together.


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