When
the aura of extravagant disposables have dampened and the pseudo-delusive
images have faded, then even
to the baronial princess ( the August), the realities of life do not just
blink, but stare at her like a monstrous beacon of Karma. I have come to
realize, that it is upon us whether we can perceive the depth of the orbit we
live in, see the writing on the wall , take on the challenges of life, or just
let the winds of bête noire sweep us. At times, yes I am seized by fear,
a macabre feeling of the worst to come, but certainly I don’t live mired in it……..
It had discerned on me that I had to steamroll
by backbone, embolden my pericarp, if I had to be the Survivor.
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