Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
On the rocks I drink
The poison that I think
May lead me to numb
The pain that is done.
There is no escape
To the hell that is fate
For the unholy damned;
The garden is unmanned!
This world sucks the life
Out of all of this strife,
But it cannot stop the hate
That fills the scene this late!
The garden is colored black,
I can never, ever turn back.
This world sold out; no gain,
The dead stand preordained.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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