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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
Today I am beginning to taste the first hints of fall.
Which means, our time together has come to an end. Continue reading Dear Summer,
I have one of those now. An Alma Mater, I mean. On June 1st, 2021, I became a high school graduate and an AP burnout. Well, not exactly. But for the next year I’m riding that wave, because most, if not all, of my time is my own now. It always was, I suppose. But that doesn’t mean that it felt like it. That day … Continue reading Alma Mater
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