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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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SLEEPWALKING

ManBarcelona, Spain. 03/13 – ghxsts.com

True forgiveness is for the forgiver — true harm is that which can not be released.

Try.

When love and selfishness find themselves against their nature as one, the damage done can not be fixed by anyone but the victim, who must decide to live again. Seek love where selfishness can not find it — that’s our choice, that’s our responsibility. Forgiveness is for the purest love, the love that has no beginning or end, they transcend the boundaries of choice — that can change but must always be — that can never be forgotten.

To some people, you can never say goodbye. You can leave, but they will forever be a whisper — like truth, as truth, a truth — in your heart. There’s no walking away from a ghxst of yourself and remaining

whole.

I know always, there is the passing — we layer the bones with skin transient to inform the skeleton of what can be. The give & take is a sophisticated rhythm. I have been built for demolition to know the wisdom of winter trees. I have received love to know loss, to recognize the end as the inception.

“Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.”

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