Our Holy Moon
The first of a three-part ghost story. Ish.
The air above his head is full of impossible animals. A blue giraffe, a purple elephant, a red crocodile; but at least the lion is yellow and the flamingo a lurid neon pink. 1,065 more words
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spontaneous outpourings of unpremeditated verse
some days are hectic (5)
everything is in a rush (7)
swirling around me (5)
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Have you ever been into a point of your life wherein everything starts to weigh up in your chest and you have no idea where you’re headed? 544 more words
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As a child growing up, though I was easily preoccupied with the joys kids encounter in things, I don’t believe I had the luxury of taking things for granted. 839 more words
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It’s an exhaustion of sorts, my dear.
To fight day and night and still be so unclear.
It’s a problem of sorts, my love.
To know who you are and still not be able to show it here. 311 more words
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When our hearts
Though the world
Is a burning flame,
Is a bittersweet delusion.
And once you dare
To surrender… 15 more words
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