why are memories called memories?
for memories hold ounces of time -
forgotten
celebrated
filled with many encounters
changes
rages of burning passions
or love ever so giving
and yet not shared enough
memories are also filled with happiness
and smiles that draw from your left cheek to the right
held so gently and so carefully
always remembered
cherished
taken for granted
but found in the unlikeliest of places
..ill let my fingers replenish -
for the broken and scratched skin on my fingertips will soon -
remember how it felt
or how it feels to touch
soft, tender, sweet hands again.
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Gabrielle "Gabby" Pineda
(they/she) | 20
hi! just starting out on my writing journey on this site and would like to share a piece of myself. much love, g.
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I didn't mind the bold whiff of the black coffee I made this morning. I quickly poured the brew with a copper french press into a mug. With a glance, I signaled to someone across the room if they wanted coffee. They kindly looked and nodded their head and walked away. I awkwardly escorted myself to my dark wooden desk from the kitchen with the mug and a few grams of sugar packets. As I sat in my leather chair, I scanned at my computer and I noticed a message at the top of the screen. ‘Chrissy’, it read in bold letters. Chrissy’s my only friend that I've made so far since I moved here a couple of months back. I started a new life as a journalist, to get away from whatever the past held me back. A new chapter opened, and it started when I met her. She has been there since day one. She’s almost like my best friend. Only now my heart sometimes skips a couple of beats every time I see her, but no one knew how I felt about her.
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