Steady as she goes, if I were captain of a vessel, a superstitious maritime traveler, I would beg myself to stay the course, lowering my hand to feel the cool stillness of the seemingly calm seas.
Are we to know anything, can there be a storm laying in wait for me beyond the clear blue skies?
Can there be clear blue skies awaiting me beyond the darkened clouds?
My compass is battered, the needle bent and the bearings distorted and skewed
My north reads “just beyond the horizon”, my south reads “far to deep to tread”, my east and west stare idly back at each other mirroring like fools, fueling their own bloated egos.
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this is so sad. and you're not a taurus you're a gemini- get it straight.
actually the term is Tauremini.
If you do not accept your gemini traits it will leave me with no choice but to throw my 365 days of astrology at you.
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