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I think I’ve been waiting to write something revolutionary. Something that brings tears to the masses and healing to the few. Something that makes it so that I’m finally understood, known within and without, and before having to share too much. I’ve been staring at blinking cursors and blank pages, napkins and paper bags, receipts and rationed sticky notes. Wishing my words would write themselves, … Continue reading alright.
In high school, I poured everything I had and hoped for into art.
Every panic attack, every failed class, it was all kept within those precious seconds on stage, in front of the blinding lights of the house seats.
It was the only time I ever felt free. The only time I could be who I truly was, because as far as I could tell, no one else was really watching.
There are many things I miss about those moments.
But there is so much more that I don’t. Continue reading escaping “art”
There was a woman who looked just like you that came into the bakery today. If she’d been a bit more magical, she just might have been. She wore a red coat I swore I saw you in yesterday, almost two years ago. But the buttons weren’t as brown as yours. They didn’t have that wax melted warmth, and the holes they wrapped themselves in … Continue reading Mija
It’s the day before the new year and I’ve never felt so at peace with how my year has gone. I became a person made almost entirely from scratch, with a little wisdom borrowed and a little faith earned, and I went from floating to flying, in a matter of minutes, months, and moments. The mass amount of people I met, the expectation of character … Continue reading Dec. 31st, 2022
Much like I did in my sophomore year of high school, I am back to spreading myself thin. Continue reading little bang for a lot of bucks
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