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This endless cycle. Pen click 56 times. Did I get it right this time? Someone could be hurt if I get it wrong. That’s what these thoughts tell me.
Things that make me uncomfortable
The smell of foul liquor blatantly leaving one’s mouth./ Being called 'sir'/ Gray haired men with their phallus shaped spandex./
Today, I will to do what I can, for tomorrow is promised not to man. *** The Sun will shine, and the Moon will glow...
Just received my first rejection letter in fifteen years after fifteen years of creative celibacy The (1) in my Gmail tab had my heart aflutter
The Dragons and the Skies
Let’s talk of dragons and the skies. You see, each time a dragon dies A patch of sky goes dead with him Becoming grey and dull and dim,
Along this winding path we trek, as the dawn's light breaks through the tree's and seeps through the morning fog, I am met with a revelation.
Silent faces stare at a mumbled drunk’s despair He stumbles, and falls, hurt, weeping now, in hoarse, shuttering sobs - why should they care
Why are you looking for me? You left me, remember? Yet thoughts of me bedevil you Is it guilt? Is it remorse? ~~~~~ You try to catch my eye
All of a sudden
All of a sudden, it's someone new the person I want to tell the second I have good news, the person I want to vent to when the anger settles in, when I want to throw my laptop across the room,
Some days I wish I were a walnut
Some days I wish I were a walnut, And thought my shell to be the extent of the world. I'd know every crevasse, every wrinkle of my shell
A Siberian Story: Tag, You’re It
Snow shimmers in -24 degrees. Trees that usually wear their forest green coats are dusted by frost, looming tall and piercing the pastel coloured sky like sentinels for a citadel of silence. Finland is made of frozen moments, standing so still in between breaths of icy air. It’s serene. It’s like a dream. It’s the most enchanting thing I’ve ever seen.
Given how coveted attention is In this mad, distracted, impatient world In which a like means much more than a kiss