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disillusionment is immense
but the night is still bright;
i long for a fate more intense
to free me of this disquiet.
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Reflections of sombre thoughts,
unfriendly – yet, familiar – caught;
Rising with these marmalade skies:
a past affair, but no surprise.
Along with the wind, came a whisper,
gloomy and hazy, but growing clearer;
trickling outwards from within,
losing warmth from this mortal's skin.
As tangerine hues bleed indigo,
a pattern of thoughts slowly unfold;
Unfortunately it is one too accustomed,
for far too long and unwelcomed.
What does it take to refuse you?
Clouded with these thoughts untrue.
What does it take to keep you away?
These darkened skies have led me astray.
Jan 31, 2024
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i toss and i turn with the pillow staying put,
welcoming a new wave of anxiety with each movement
2:18 on the clock and the fan adds more momentum to my unattainable thoughts
buried in the need to see, and learn the unknown
yet, i lay on the surface as a parched rock in the middle of my favorite beach,
reeking of the current simplicities of life
though its surely a blessing in disguise which i might recall five years from now
standing by, holding onto my innocence, waiting to believe in a miracle or see a comet pass by in the dark night sky
Mar 1, 2025
I’ve spent the whole morning looking for a lost key that would open all the doors. It was like waking up small cuts in the throat, like searching for the past and remembering the pain. Another thing crossed off the list, but was it worth coming back home? Will it help to bang your head against the doors?
What we do is shameful, it’s shameful to neglect what we have around
Walking back home, I unplugged myself and looked up at the sky. It was 8:34 PM and there were a few stars. I realized the trap - dispersion. I don’t know how long it’s been since I last looked up at the sky - usually, we gaze blankly down, the deepest point of a screen.
Jan 29, 2025
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at the precipice of losing it all, everything, all that’s woven and torn. how must one feel for someone when they hope to feel nothing at all? sense the conundrum: when you’re going through something, to get away from something, and don’t feel like going back?
Mar 13, 2025
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it’s like a degrading storm, perhaps all storms are degrading by nature; maybe storms are a result of years of degradation
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