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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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time will change me

“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.”

A man can get to know himself too well; listen closely to your own rhythm and it grows disjointed, then stops. Bereft of them, you ache for the otherwise unnoticed patterns of existence, like the return of a hello, or the sound of your own voice beyond the echoes in your mind. Clear blue skies are beautiful for their scarcity, but only a stilled pendulum understands that life is the raging against the cloying of the soul. When all these distances dissolve and we fall inwards into convalescence, we’ll rain everything into this emptiness and I’ll find you again for the first time, fingers touching like sunbeams that have traversed the universe to learn – it ends where it begins.

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