Isn’t it sad how a slight change in your appearance changes how people treat you… I find it rather sad. Can’t we treat everyone with love anyway? Not because your hair is longer or more objectively pretty?? The social game continues to revolve.

Psychological distress
All consuming psyche unrest
Wanna be put to rest
What a mess I must confess
My soul coalesced in so much I repressed
To be addressed
To cultivate finesse
So much my soul wants to profess
God bless, God bless, God bless, God bless
My existence an experiment, a process
I caress and undress
I digress
No one to impress
But yet we obsess
Over our Godly request
Of being a guest
What suspense
Hence
My apprehension of my success, be free from a test
Intense
Because my soul craves greatness yes
Of my temporary self, simply a silhouette
A mono-dualistic duet of opposing forces
Pure magnetic, magic of creation, bless.
~DiosEmporium, 13/03/26

Isn’t it a painful thing to have your light sucked by the world and have nothing left? So you have to regenerate yourself time and time again. Now I will never let my light be dimmed, and protect my energy. I am the most important person in my life. Self-love can look like selfishness or arrogance, but it’s far from the truth.