The voids created by possessions cannot be comprehended till you lose them and don't feel like having them back. A self inflicted misery is an easy way out of the mundane promises made to yourself, for then, you have something else to worry about.
The tyrant inside your skull is your gateway to the realms of victory and treachery. Probably that's why, the heavens decided to give you a heart so that everytime you're about to fall into a ditch, you can step back and fall into another one.
Empty is what I'm not, but filled is what I don't want you to be.
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the tyrant inside your skull is your gateway to the realms of victory and treachery... and possibly persuasion...but what happens when the heart is as non existent as dorothys tin man?? rather than pine away for one... tis much wiser to find ur emerald city..and let the tyrant inside be the great Oz himself...
filled for the time being... against intolerable truths... is not such a bad thing, as long as it is made to last a life time... and made to last in a way you deem fit.
I call it 'another ditch' for the same reason. You fall into this emerald city no matter who/what pushed you...the ditch becomes your way of living for nothing else comes close and that's what this utopian concept(another creation of the tyrant) is all about. It's made to last in a way you deem fit because you have created it.The tyrant is yours and so is dorothy's tin man.
Cytherea, feel free to walk around on your bare feet all over my black marble with silver,green,purple and red streaks .
haunted by your own demons...falling into your own traps...pet peev..(peeve!?!?)
The title intrigues, as does the deliciousness of meeting someone who's pissed off with ditches and ends this with..
"Empty is what I'm not, but filled is what I don't want you to be."
never felt guilty before!
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