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So I go through the motions and move through the thoughts but there is something missing, something more because inside I feel so blank and empty and devoid, in a vast devoid-ness, of something that I can only remember. I … Continue reading

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shoes

Light and fleeting, making you feel like your walking, and you have places to go, like you could walk up walls, and across the ceiling, or find out what makes the sky crack open, like you could make music with … Continue reading

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train

There are so many things I don’t get, like how people are able to sit so still with nothing in their hands, no timeline in their heads, no words bouncing off screens reflected in their eyes. I don’t get how … Continue reading

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wild and free

They talk about the tiger and the hawk being wild and free, but the only tiger I’ve seen were half dead in cages, and hawk, in chains, while the sparrows and the pigeons fly, their tiny bodies circling the black … Continue reading

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The worlds inside our heads

I think it was that feeling of being a part of an entire world- where people existed and there were movements and ideas and monuments and drama and gossip and that gritty feeling of humans- all the parts of a … Continue reading

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figurative deaths

Each day I wonder if I am good enough, but then I die, and it all falls down like a puppet whose strings have been cut, and its guiding sticks have clattered to the floor, where there lies a metal … Continue reading

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as you can

They talked to you about living life as you can, they told you to live only as you could, but they never said that life’s not easy. Even though they knew this, even though we all do, they never say … Continue reading

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Clay pots

They ran a tight shop, the Xings did. Everything was in neat orderly proportions or in stacks- neat stacks right up to the ceiling, of brown and yellow things. We were hunting for a hack- a hack to getting a … Continue reading

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Cousins

A whole mess of secrets, half truths and colorful speeches and sometimes (deemed necessary) lies, with spilled over confessions (cuz we couldn’t hold it in) and excited relations that we somehow have something in common too. And then back, back … Continue reading

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the waiting room

How meaning means so much to me… I sit listening to them chatter away, the lady a stunner, the man with grey hair, about one silly wedding of her nephew, over how she was right after all, one problem her … Continue reading

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