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Sunsets are still singing to me, curving their long arms around me, clutching my heart then breaking into their monotonous twirling. The colors turn from talkative to serene, to complete stillness. They speak into me the life I have lost by fulfilling my now-resented dreams. What I hate most about my life is what I…
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 It has become very easy to die in this world while being alive. Just spend enough time with the wrong people and you will have some of your best features peeled off and then replaced with horrendous moods. It has become so natural to walk mindlessly, without observing the miracle of life. Sometimes, it…
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And if today I could move anywhere, I would choose to move into a cotton throw. One that lays always near the chimney. A lengthy, square-patterned, wool blankie, with a burn mark and a warm, familiar smell. We would hug each other on a wooden chair and wait for the radio to share its afternoon…
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I am afraid no longer to melt into the tempest of life. To respond with restful eyes to the bitter words that travel my way. I just lay back, curving the reality by storing wishes in the Akashic records. My cheek melts into a lucid dream every night. My eyes are engraving the ceiling every…
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My dear winter, you called me saying that you’ll keep me warm under your sheets, that your walls will mould themselves around me. You said your hills are silent and no one will even dare to speak. Dear winter, I thought I came to forget but I came only to remember more. You wrapped me…
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I forgot how music can often peel off those layers of “what I have to become” revealing the one I always needed to be. I forgot how the wind can take the shape of a long, heavy gown, while the sky becomes a silky cleavage adorned with shimmers. I forgot how the grass changes its…
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I look up. Heavy textured clouds seem to blend in with the ash-colored neighborhood, wrapping the trees with a pleasant stillness. It’s warm, and I feel immersed in the balmy weather. Midday… April, maybe May. I look at all the people who pass me by, holding sacks with groceries, stridently moving, and chattering. I pass…
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I’m crossing you in style someday Oh, dream maker, you heartbreaker Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way Two drifters, off to see the world There’s such a lot of world to see We’re after the same rainbow’s end, waitin’ ’round the bend My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me. We’re after the same rainbow’s…
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I gracefully kneel my soul while understanding that ego is just a product of my mind and pride is its side effect. This time comes when you start to see behind the curtain of the world. You sit with all the actors and watch them silently while they remove their costumes. You’re sitting there still,…
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Happy people are bad for the economy. If you would be happy with what you have, why would you want more? The need will be created once you have a flaw pointed once you become insecure about aspects of your life. Happy-looking people will greet you in the commercial breaks, making you feel like your…
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