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Before the story is forgotten, etch the words into a work of permanence.

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Day One.

June 21, 2017February 7, 2018 · 1 Comment ·

I feel space. Space between my hands, space beneath my chest, and space inside my head. I feel blank. Like my universe is a piece of work that has been left dead for years. Why am I here? --April 18th They brought me to a … Continue reading Day One.

Messy

June 15, 2017June 21, 2017 · Leave a comment ·

I am a mess.   My mind stops working and my words start falling Out of my mouth like the clumsy ramblings Of a middle school girl who doesn't know How to talk to boys yet.   I feel the corners of my mouth move … Continue reading Messy

Alone

June 15, 2017June 15, 2017 · Leave a comment ·

I am alone In the streets of a foreign city In the night when the people empty Out of this place I am not home In these pieces of broken places In my mind where I feel wasted and lose my days I find a … Continue reading Alone

Just Existing

May 24, 2017May 24, 2017 · 1 Comment ·

Everyday I ask myself, "What am I doing with my life?" And sometimes... I feel fear when the words escape my mouth-- Like they are running into the unknown, Quickly being ripped away from me Without giving an answer to the emptiness I am left … Continue reading Just Existing

Suffocating

May 22, 2017May 22, 2017 · 2 Comments ·

This isn't what I asked for. I asked for freedom and confidence to open my hands and catch promises, But I feel crushed by a suffocating loneliness that bids me to go to bed. My eyes close and I let the darkness fall in on all … Continue reading Suffocating

The Lack of

May 21, 2017May 21, 2017 · Leave a comment ·

I have a block in my mind that weighs the rest of my body down Until I am buried beneath the ground Blinded by my apathy and self-doubt. The block causes build up in my brain with random strains of words That mean nothing-- It only … Continue reading The Lack of

The Breaking

May 21, 2017May 21, 2017 · Leave a comment ·

I lost my voice when he told me about his past-- Past lovers and pieces of body parts that weren't mine Phrases that didn't seem to fit The small hands I held out to hold his face And look into his eyes-- the color of … Continue reading The Breaking

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