i missyou
when i was younger,id ask myself"what is the meaning of life"believing it to be a profound questionas though id eventually arrive at an answersomething that…
Death has left me speechless. I’m hoping maybe I can write.
I didn't know it was possible to feel this sad. I wish there were words that expressed what I'm experiencing right now. But it's confusing…
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expectations
Maybe nothing is "supposed to" happenAnd it's all just randomThese ideasAbout what i want my life to beArent in line with reality I have expectations…
grief
I know it's a little cliche to say that life is short and we should enjoy it while we can. But after recently experiencing the…
progress
the silence is so deafeningi only hear my own thoughtstelling me ill never figure it out and sometimes i door i think i dobut then…
I’m back
I haven't written in a while. I don't even know where to start. Sometimes I think I've forgotten how to write entirely. I judge each…
the chalk is mine
our minds were conditionedthose first few years Innundated with informationBehaviors and habitsIdeas of life and loveTold what we can and cannot doTold who we could…
An Ode to Nature
water flows down the rivereach dropa single moment in timeand just like thatit's somewhere else a small part of a larger collective wholehere then thereeverywhere…
Stability is Freedom
To be honest, stability kind of repulses me. Maybe it's a bit fucked up to say, but the idea of my life being in order…
the tortured artist
the tortured artist holding on to pain in order to create afraid that if they get better then production will halt but maybe beauty doesn't…
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