Torn between the Sacred and the Profane
When you're torn between the sacred and the profane, and you're not sure which is what then you feel like you're at the crossroads. I know what it is I want, I can see the end zone, the end game if you will. I am at the crossroads of whether to continue to trudge along the parts that may seem easier, even profane, rather than pursue an unusual, bold step forward. I'm well aware of the consequences, but feel compelled to follow what is right in my heart, my soul, to lead. In the end, it is predestined, right or wrong. Some go to the Scriptures for inspiration, often leaving the heavens to determine, but mine is done by freewill alone.I'm considering moving to something that is accomoda

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writer's block is not for the weak of heartmemories fading as swift as the wavesas the ingeniousness of memoryof feelings in waitingsex is there for the takingwith love patient in waitingmeaning lies in your freewilllying within the depths of lonelinessand too much idle timetoo little to surmise in wordslike empty memories of primal instinctsfor all is meant to be culminatedconsumed by the incomprehensibilityof absysmal repetition