Category: General
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happier stories.
The more years that pass, the closer I get to your age, the more I understand. As I live, I question how no one else loses it. At times, it feels more insane to find peace here. Your madness, justified. Their stable minds, mad. The price of life rising with…
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To the land, I could not yet go.
As I saw you I stopped, carefully lowering to the forest floor so as not to announce my presence. You seemed so at peace. I didn’t want to interrupt your comfort. I simply wanted to watch, and appreciate. I knew how it felt to be discomforted, and I wanted to…
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Another face I had to look out for.
Trigger Warning [Sexual Assault] “Why didn’t you tell us?” A colleague asked. All of my coworkers looking at me in a collage of horror and concern. We were all at lunch discussing the termination of a coworker for sexual assault, whom I had just offhandedly mentioned, between bites of food,…
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Comfort first, even if it is alone.
I have often opted for the desolate. Holding company with the universe alone. Never being great at truly relying. That nature was never nurtured. So I hold a distance. I find companions, but when I feel discomfort, or the time comes, I leave, bags never being unpacked. Some have lasted,…
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She had a home.
When I called in September at that pay phone, I was certain you wouldn’t answer. The fog enclosed the three-building “town” I found myself in. It blanked the flat land for miles. White. It felt so blissful to drive in. I rolled my windows down. I imagined how I’d tell…
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I want to find her again.
I’ve always had these dreams. One’s in which I was visited by myself, in some past or present form. The first night after I moved out, I had a dream where I walked through nothing till I found my bedroom door. When I opened it, I found my little crying…
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Alone but unafraid.
Harm, the destruction of self. To move on, one must carve out a space. Curate safety. Out of grasp from that which harms. They must take time: Process pain, Regain self, and repeat… until they can broach out again. Afraid but willing. But how much is too much? How many…
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The god of your peace or damnation
In a quiet world, what is lost, what is gained? It cares little of how you learn, love, consume, and die in its great vastness. It, too, will die, but it cannot not morn what it doesn’t know, what it will never know. Once there, then not for all that…
