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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.
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I have pictures on my laptop of people I don’t talk to anymore.
Their faces litter photo albums and yearbooks. They sprinkle themselves in the Snapchat memories I don’t look at and the Instagram highlights that I only recently took down. Their names are scrawled all over dedication pages and annotated books, in the envelopes of love letters and birthday cards that I’ve forgotten I saved.
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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
Quiet and overwhelming and ours. Just the four of us, in the silent streets of a place we never went back to, on a night I’m slowly starting to forget. Continue reading Glow-in-the-dark stars don’t stick to stucco
Writer's Cup Of Tea 