Who am I?

“I think; therefore I am”—René Descartes   Who am I? who sees when I see?   who hears when I hear? who knows when I’m aware?   Who am I? who watches my dreams when I am dreaming?   Who feels love when I feel love? whose hair turns white when I’m gripped by fear? […]

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Unresolved

  We don’t have to brave a fight to heal Tomorrow is a new day but today is war we bear the heat of uncompromising terror, press play on life set actions into motion our lovers become foes Happiness is subjective balance is trivialized Darkness leads to a fathomless abyss of  bliss, or disillusion Man […]

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Alien

What would it feel like if I stand on the edge If I happen to be in close proximity to it, then what? what if I could walk maybe I am lighter than oxygen or maybe I’d get a concussion either way, I have to know. but baby girl, you don’t float. beyond sea level, […]

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End of The Tunnel

  Above all, trust yourself.   Defeated. I sat on the cold ground in the dark, feeling nothing but the wisp of air blowing through the tunnel, it distinctly sounded like a fiddle playing. I wasn’t scared at all, just fatigued like I was throwing punches at something that wasn’t feasible. I must have folded my […]

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The tunnel

  We thought we could escape our troubles. We thought if we climbed the ladder fast enough, no one would stop us.   Across the bed from him, I sat. “I like you, I really do.” He blushed, licked his lips and placed a palm on my thigh. I liked that. I shut my eyes and […]

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Empty

I am so regular, I sleep at 7.30 pm every evening and not a minute later. I never miss my pre-scheduled siestas. I text all my friends in the morning to ask how they slept, and every night to remind them to rest easy. In fact, a week hardly ever passes by without me seeing […]

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Listen

Listen that is the shattering of a tempest soul when it broke, I realised that these wall around me is not distance, they are covert shields encasing me.     Although now, I see I made an erroneous conclusion. The guardian became the prisoner. I banged my fist, vér trickled down my elbow. my shield now […]

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Understanding Psychosis

Shut the doors behind you what I’m about to say,  no one else can hear. These are not my memories, it is just my subconscious showing me the deep and twisted projections I fear, yet hold onto. The farther it is in time, the less I seem to recall the darkness, that all too familiar […]

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My Ugly Notebook

This is where I scribble my fascinations. I go to it when I’m terrified, and when I need to confess my truest desires. It rescues me when I fall, yet plunges me into lucid hazes I so fondly wish to not wake up from. It holds onto my hand while coaxing me to look into […]

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Indigo

A lady never pours her own glass, but I do. she strolls gracefully, relishing every step her stilettoes mold in the dirt. So different, from my favorite suede platform boots. Ain’t I a genuine lady? What matters to me and what matters to you are as different as Van Gogh and Frida Kahlo, but then […]

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