Liminal Lucid Infinite Eternal
WHAT ARE WE? Lovers? No, not that. Lovers seek connection, endless longing, a need that never fades. Friends with benefits? Not even close. That’s convenience without depth or meaning. Partners? Definitely not. They make promises, share dreams, and envision forever. We are none of these. We are the rebellion against labels, a freedom met in fleeting moments, passion without promises, connection spoken in raw felt energy, not words. We are drawn together by wild natural instinct, bound by the certainty of impermanence. What are we? We are what exists between our own liminal lucid lines, not lovers, not strangers, not friends with benefits. In the quiet corners of silent time, away from the world’s gaze, we are something else. We are eternal star dust, fragments of what already is. We are seconds that feel infinite. We are an eternal story written in ellipses… always unfinished, all ways unresolved, totally unforgettable.© Grow Up
It's healthy when people don't like you and don't understand you. That means you're not a people-pleaser, you don't explain yourself to everyone, you live a life others don't understand, you don't overshare and tell people more than they need to know, and you've firm boundaries. Those who realise, there is nothing to realise. Unwavering and grounded, with quiet humble self worth, is simple, common, ordinary consciousness. My one core love language is consciousness (which NO one is arguing about TMK?) on which a FULL TOTAL WHOLE LIFE joyously shifts, discerningly changes, wildly grows and graciously evolves.
