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I wonder sometimes about little inconveniences. Would it be wrong of me to hope that you have many? To hope that for every minute of my time you wasted a new inconvenience is sent your way. One for every minute that would make you stop and have to change route. To change an idea or…
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You wear your name like a sentence. something you were burdened with against your will and yet you placed it upon your wife requesting her to take it, to choose you, and endure. You punish her for loving it and for simply loving you. Can she not see how you suffered to obtain it? The…
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Do you ever dream about someone who is no longer in your life? Someone you once cared for who you have chosen or who life has chosen to force you to part ways with? Those dreams always feel so real. Until you realize that you are dreaming. I tend to know when I’m dreaming. It’s…
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Day 1 I’m waiting… I’m not quite sure what for but I’m here. Day 2 I’m still here waiting for you. Do you see me yet? Can you feel the way my heart aches for you to respond? Day 3 I haven’t given up yet. I’m still lost in the fog of you. Day 59…
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I haven’t been as active as I would like to be here. And I felt as if I was getting locked into a rut where I wasn’t using my voice and I haven’t been feeling heard. Mainly that I was getting complacent in that. I create. It is who I am. And yet the creations…
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Isn’t it strange that after a tragedy the home is cleaned up nicely, edges bleached and reprimed to a point where you would never know what happened there. The pristine walls and clean smell may look pleasant and inviting to a new buyer. It gives off a charm they have been keeping their eye out…
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I have been MIA for a while now. Not that I ever meant to be. Life seems to have just gotten in the way of writing, posting, feeling. I’ve been a bit lost. And writing normally brings me solace but even that has been put on the back burner. I wonder if other people feel…
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Drown. That’s what I’m asking you to do. Fill your lungs with the idea of me. Allow the salt water to seep into your skin Slide down your throat Dissolving the being within I’m asking you to devour me whole Take me into you Feel the way that I feel. But… Am I asking too…
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And there I was again Once more not whole once more broken in a way I was unsure how to repair Lost in thought Tired and in despair I held on to the notion that there was some higher meaning some higher power that would come and save me but I realized while digging myself…
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