Incomplete thoughts
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There is still a part of me that looks for you. This unconscious thinking seeps into my daily life. A part of me is still so full of you. The things you left with me have become a part of my routine. I fought so adamantly against you on so many things. Defiance was my…
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Who really listens to jazz music? I would love to know. Sat in a coffe shop listening to jazz. I’m curious if people hear the music or if it just turns to static. Or worse Silence. Silence is the worst. It takes up so much space. I feel the silence with every inhale and exhale.…
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I hear the church bell tolling. I hear school children screaming. It must be time t0 wake up. It can’t be morning already. I just went to sleep. I have this stupid grin on my face. This is new. It must be him. How can a conversation flow so smoothly? It was so effortless. It…
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Imperfect (written October 20th, 2015) For as long as I can remember, I have chased the idea of perfection. I don’t know from where this idea came. It’s been a part of me for so long that I no longer know what I am chasing. It’s become a phantom that I cannot see. I know…
Trapped In The Margins 