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If you are feeling blue, I hope these words are able to successfully join and dance together alongside your heavy heart. I hope they will be able to conform with you in a way that you will let it help you transpire your ideas. You are not alone.
fleeting beauty.
I sat in a field picking flowers Asking the earth, the moon, and the stars Why we always find a way to tear apart the beautiful things in...
Jun 13, 2022
I Died When I Was 24
11:59 pm: My palms and feet are cold. Each hair on my skin is erect and I feel them brushing against my clothes. My eyes are bloodshot. I...
Jun 13, 2022
an unread letter pt. 1
I know you've been unhappy. I think I can feel when you're unhappy and I always wish it was within my means to change that for you. Alas,...
Nov 17, 2021
word of life.
Every now and then I close my eyes and dream of a quiet Saturday morning. I wake up, turn on an easy-listening soundtrack, make a cup of...
Nov 13, 2021
the paradox of distance.
I knew you when you were small I was there for every step and every fall We told stories until the sun dawned on us We forgot to abide by...
May 15, 2021
tar and cigar.
I remember driving around late at night with friends whose passion burned strongest around cars. I had a particular friend whose...
Dec 16, 2020
borrowed time.
You are a walking time bomb that I tried to save. But I didn't have the right tools to save you. I needed to let you go because if I...
Dec 13, 2020
20/20
Hindsight revealed to me my choices were inconsequential to my anticipated progression in life. Instead, they contributed to a vile...
Nov 27, 2020
a blindspot game.
My emotions play me. At times I don't know if what I'm doing aligns with how I feel. I question whether there is a missing piece between...
Nov 18, 2020
ses.
It dampens my heart when the way we treat another human is contingent on our perception of their socioeconomic status. Money had nothing...
Nov 14, 2020
Passion goes both ways.
It is hard to love when we are angry. I think in the madness we get desperate for an explanation, but nothing makes sense. The lack of...
Nov 7, 2020
on being a millennial.
We are greedy to become everything that we become nothing. When I started university I was aspired to "change the world." I was going to...
Oct 17, 2020
a recipe
It’s the air I breathe and the life I live. I can’t see it but I need it. It doesn’t speak to me but it expects me to understand what to...
Oct 14, 2020
my therapist.
Because of my therapist I'm able to articulate thoughts that would have been left unspoken. The entropic conjuring of the "could have, sh...
Jul 25, 2020
the product of imagination.
Perfection lingers intangibly in every direction I turn.
It is so incredibly beautiful
Completely surreal
And absolutely breathtaking.
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Jun 30, 2020
tainted memories.
When words hang heavy in the air and trust feels like an empty house, I often find myself sitting back wondering why even with wings we...
Jun 13, 2020
five inch screen.
I wonder what goes on in your mind when I share my thoughts, my stories, my day, and my time with you. What are you giving your time to when
Jun 17, 2018
a silent knock.
I have driven across all four quadrants of the city trying to escape this territory of rumination but to no avail. The evening bequeaths...
May 22, 2017
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