arttistic's Diaryland Diary

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if only the power manage to surpass all

We die containing richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I want all these to be marked on my body when I'm dead, to be marked by nature. Not just to label ourselves like the names of rich men and women on buildings.

We are communal books, communal histories. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I want is to walk upon such place that has no maps.