I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
RENEE STONEWe walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
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I escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
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Healing means looking within when you want to move on. Healing means letting go when your grip is too tight.
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To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
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I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
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Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
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I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
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