Paradise was never meant for me. So, I try to fabricate the way it might feel if I were actually allowed to be. Speaking to my absent father with whispers only my sore ego can hear. 137 more words
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There I am. With my skin and my sneakers and my furrowed brow. Waiting for someone to direct me, for someone to impress me. They never do. 52 more words
2 hours, 40 minutes ago
Nothing’s worse than a pain you can’t touch. One that you can’t soothe with a massage. Like a stomach knot. Like a burning chest. Like a lost love. 48 more words
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Triste — Photographer Mukti Echwantono
When days are long, nights longer, there thrives a predictable chaos to everything that walks silently behind her. 111 more words
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Lazy is my wife’s name
She doesn’t leave me alone for a second
She fears I’m going to decide to do my important duties
She treats every goal in my life as a scandalous mistress… 158 more words
1 day ago
Dare to dream, and dream big.
Dare to trust, and make a leap of faith.
Dare to be bold, and break out of the mold.
1 day, 5 hours ago
My own supercluster
Never the sunny days, nor the warm ones. I belong to the grey, cloudy days; the ones which are cold but not too cold, the ones where the silence is the default soundtrack. 162 more words