Lore
Your road was marked long before your mothers gestation. Before the spark kindled the womb.
Pain shaped you. Suffering crucified your soul to this burden, like a tree pinned to its own trunk.
They formed you in the shape of the All-knowing, Effaced with anamnesis you disregard every sign, and experience novelty once again.
No gentle gift. The oldest joke told from the highest of places.
In blood and viscera, you wander, bleeding, through thorns.
To be born again in light and glory.
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Freelance Painting, Graphic design, Video production, Videography, Music Production, Mixing and Mastering, Photography, DJ, Stylist, Visionary, Shaman, Advice giver, Designer, Motivator
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Me, myself, and I.
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Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still
Only once you’ve lost everything, you’re free to do anything.

