freestyling life., Ephemeral Moments: Writer's Block

Fragmented ideas presented in the mind escapes my desperate grasp. The empty chases are nothing but futile attempts to trap them in jars marked for careful observation. I scheme and I plan but it is to no avail; they are like children of the air, brushing past my clawed hands like the breeze of a…

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How to make gif taking the time to testify my life on a platform that seem utterly ridiculous yet intriguing at the same moment. <> i'm not here trying to seek approval of any sort. i will say what i say, post what i post and i shall make no apologies for it. <> many of you might of seen this poem around tumblr before but i was the one that wrote it. LOL <> Those who are afraid of whispers are afraid of the truth. Those who are afraid of listening are afraid to learn. Those who are afraid of death are afraid of life. Those who are afraid of opening up are afraid to cry. Those who are afraid of risks are afraid of moving on. Those who are afraid of the future are afraid of their past. Those who are afraid of love are afraid of themselves. I am NOT afraid.