Tower of Mice and Helium

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2025-02-24 16:57:28.474 -0600

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In my mind I hold the past; a totem of a soul sleeping Eyes shielded, I stare. Imagining the strength these two carry, To choose to be seen In my arm I hold the future; a new world is forming. Eyes open as I practice; the weight of responsibility New and yet familiar, as if etched into my blood Like a face once studied within a dream In my heart I hold all things; A cauldron of life before and within me The present moment spanning eons as I wonder... Will I be brave enough to take off this mask?

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Whether in a stranger's words or the warmth of Sun's rays upon my face, I am reminded that to be free — I can simply let go

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Some might say the only truly dead men are those who never tried to take theirs off Heavy lies the head forever shrouded within tendrils of its own making

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The wildest trip one might ever take is to find themselves upon their final precipice and realize all they ever had to do to die unmasked and smiling...was to try, care, play and be authentic funny how we all fall prey to our own hypnosis

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