Stranded

Posted on by anna christ

No one is here to love, accept, help me

No one is here at all

People calling for love for help for acceptance all in all the lying between the lines.

Loosing sleep again the eternity is calling the sacred tree the just war the dead hero

Looking for meaning surpassing desire empty of all 

At the end what makes one greater than another ?

The enlightened or the slaves we walk the path

Queen bee sacrifice to your eternity the song of the lost by birth or choice in this only desert of transformation …

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...