Let’s dissect spiraling out what it means to only me not crashing out not lashing out not the definition of an aficionado this is all about riding the infinite wave of possibility and potentiality dampening my chakras escaping spirit snaring web observing it spinning via my third eye letting go of the little monsters calculating escaping the cave searching for light slipping a ring on one finger another and another bleeding believing gold is power I’m diverging from the path others are meandering on I’m bending breathing as it comes I’m bigger than ring or finger cave and light this is my understanding or misunderstanding of embracing randomness and spiraling out I’m not over analyzing it’s a momentary thought.
Hi! I write poetry and short stories under the pen name Carmilla Dawn. I’m a bookworm and a music and tarot enthusiast. When not writing, I can be found goofing around with my husband and kitty Freya, hanging out with my online sisters and friends, playing solo ttrpgs, jamming out to tunes, and binge watching videos on YouTube.
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