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Tides. There are good and bad days, stronger and weaker ones. A back and forth of breaking free and falling back, of steadfastness and temptation. Like ebb and flow, on dry ground and in self-created "bliss." From decay, collapsing within oneself, sinking, and destruction. A conflict of fear and curiosity, of harmony and desire, of strength and exhaustion, of euphoria and dysphoria. Beautiful illusion and all that we don't see, want to see, could see, but don't. An inner scream for freedom, for liberation and perfection. Independence. It comes and goes in waves, sometimes higher, sometimes shallower, but never standing still. It ends within us. No matter how. And we watch.
