Every time I try to write a letter
I can find a million ways to better
The words I place right on the page
Paper and ink, a written stage
On which I placate my unrevealed self
As if this book was a display shelf
Bound, wrapped, unexposed, but true
The mysteries held in me, in you
For years, we tried to grow — apart
But I knew that you held my heart
For so long, we’d gone our separate ways
I thought you’d left me here to stay
Here we are, we meet again
Finally ready to make amends
The irony is that between us two
There’s no right or wrong — only truth
So, my dear, my wondrous creation
Are you here by obligation
Or did you come to finally concede
So that we may combine our realities…?
MG
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Straight from Mikavelli's Belly: I chose the name Mikavelli because of my name as well as Machiavelli, one of the most controversial yet revolutionary characters in politics and philosophy.
This blog was initially created solely for updates about life, but seems to have evolved into philosophical conjectures about various aspects of humanity. I've since added an extension to my creative outlet and have decided to post parts of the journey along the way.
Feel free to comment or respond. I hope that these words can inspire as well as empower you as you venture through the adventures of life.
Peace and blessings,
Mikavelli (MG)
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Damn. This one hits. All this time growing apart…yet in my own personal world, this is my only choice as of now. To grow alone. God I pray I am grown enough before he is no longer interested in combining realities.
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If you are thinking about him, he is already in your reality 😉
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