Close the book—a superficial gesture of being done with it. Shut the door - with a cursive notion, never forgetting to lock that. Draw the shades - the semblance of control for what might drown in. They're just rhythmic motions that flow to mean something. Like words from a kid who said, "all I want [...]
"My body is one only because there is something immaterial which admits this changing body as one, and on its own." Without this knowledge of myself as seperate from eerything else, I should know nothing of my own or of any other life. COUNT LYOF N, TOLSTOI As a self-proclaimed introvert, I find comfort in [...]
…and at night, there is no consistency except for these rats down every ally and side street. I used to love to write. Lately, every time I do, I feel I'm simply preparing a feast for rodents to eat. Imagining them picking this apart is almost enough to stop me from sharing what feels like [...]
My mind was either a beautiful tool of creativity or my heart's truest enemy of deception. I've said that before so why did I need someone to remind me? Perhaps it was to feel how sweetly the snow fell that morning, like faint kisses on top of this drowsy end. Or a moment to escape [...]
I had a friend once who toasted me over a glass of wine the night I moved out on my own for the first time by saying, "here's to the beginning of the rest of your life." I never told her how petrified I was to make that move or how I thought for sure [...]
I don't imagine life in fairytales, but I will for the sake of money trees and exceptions I conceive. The substance of life itself, I suppose, can entice anyone within a circumstance to make belief. Still, I feel the weight of participation like callous hands and guarantees, a witness to my heeds. Maybe it's the [...]
Is it we or time which carries more power in the waves of variation? I tend to admire the process of terms in time like how much can change or similarily stay the same. And then there's me, someone, who feels I've edited so many times it's as though I've lived a thousand lives. Nonetheless, [...]
There’s an idiom I used to bask in the glory of saying. “This is where the rubber meets the road.” It was like a testament to everything I felt qualified and bound to do. But now, my wheels are turning, and the rubber feels rough against the pavement to which I’m traveling. This is my [...]
Just when I think I have nothing left to say...I remember one more statement I forgot to make. I've been thinking maybe life will always work that way, leaving me to wonder about this idea of "more." Questions I've had about what more I could say trickled into what more I should do. Now I [...]
What is about seeing a place I know I shouldn’t be that makes me want to go there? I imagine this as the opening line to the book that I may never get around to write. The one where I expose my every weakness page after page. Hoping that somehow my words will reach someone [...]
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