“That’s not fair!” I shouted at him.
He looked at me and said, “Life’s not fair. Not meant to be fair.”
Who would have thought, that something like this, could happen to me, again. Every time I come close to achieving something, it gets thwarted by situations that are beyond my control, circumstances that are no fault of mine. Like I am carrying the burden someone else has left behind.
Karmic restitution.
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Did you know there are 43 trillion possible arrangements of the Rubik's Cube? I'm convinced this must be the number that can help me define my self. Go figure!
dEliRiuM
I am a child of the night
My name was formerly Delight
In the chaos I wander, out of sight
My soul has sunk to the depths, risen to the heights
I am sister of Dream
My trail leads you to a bubbling stream
Under the stars, I catch a moonbeam
My soul remembers to sing, to breathe, to sigh, to scream
dEliRiuM is me
Learning to be free
Let go of me
Don’t let go of me
My name was formerly Delight
In the chaos I wander, out of sight
My soul has sunk to the depths, risen to the heights
I am sister of Dream
My trail leads you to a bubbling stream
Under the stars, I catch a moonbeam
My soul remembers to sing, to breathe, to sigh, to scream
dEliRiuM is me
Learning to be free
Let go of me
Don’t let go of me
mOmENts iN TiMe
cOnNecT @
fRieNDs oF dEliRiuM
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