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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.
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
When I started high school, I realized how embarrassing it was and stopped thinking about her. Threw all of the notebooks away, forgot the name Kitt, forgot the world she lived in.
I erased it completely.
What. An. Idiot. Continue reading Concept Re-Introduction: I Become Kitt
This post is inspire by the PostSecret exhibit. It is held at the Museum Of Us in San Diego, California. Learn more about it at https://museumofus.org/exhibits/postsecret/ _______________ We tend to keep things hidden. Why bring up the grief that has passed? Why speak fears into existence? Why recognize the consequences of ambition? But soon enough, the intricacies begin to sprout and complexities replace roots. Secrecy … Continue reading Secrecy (Jukebox Pt. 6)
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