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Fragile
There’s so much to break. In our daily lives, I mean. Like a glass cup, a mirror or even a promise. There are so many things that break. What if that something that’s bound to break.. is you? There are things that can be fixed. Sometimes, however, the fall is so bad it sends pieces…
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Confessions of a Workaholic
‘Do you like to work?’, They’d ask. I sit there for a second, and really think about it.. Do I? I like the fact that when I’m working, I can’t think of anything else. I can’t think about what happened yesterday, what’s going to happen today or what may happen in 10 years. I can’t…
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Rooftop Havens
Everything’s so real sometimes, that you need to step away a little. You need to be far enough to breathe and take it in. A safe place for your thoughts, emotions and self. Someplace where everything makes sense. I call that place my rooftop. When it’s a mess in your head, and you’re angry at the…
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Winter Bliss
There’s a thing about winter that makes it special. A kind of loneliness in the air that makes you feel not so alone. The cold breeze through the window in the morning and the howling wind looking for someone to share the thrill up their spine. It’s a different kind of happiness. It’s a feeling…
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Nighttime
Curtains, shadows and a cold night sky. A desert, a story and a breeze of winter memories. Silence, a call and a sweet soft cry. Conscience, a thought and a million questionable catastrophes. Why? All I ever want to know seems to start with an aching, screaming “why?”.
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Blindness
With a blank white ceiling comes a different story every single night. When things are too plain in front of me, the colors start stirring in my head and form an image of some sort of blissful perfection. Sometime in January, this time. Maybe in February. Months seem to decide. On the other hand, I…
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Beauty Within
I don’t get how people are so blind. They’re distracted by everything that already is, and they can’t see what could be. There’s nothing more beautiful than all the could’ve, would’ve beens. I see every heart worth loving, and every soul worth forgiving. It kills to watch the good hearts fade away behind the scars…
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November
What’s more beautiful than the cold breeze of air through the windows in the morning? The winds between the locks of hair, sinking into the skulls of numb faces. Numbness. Familiarity in the senses, inside and out. Creating nothing but blissful balance in the struggle between what we are inside out. It’s perfect. For once,…
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Shape Shifting at Twenty One
It’s another year, another day. What’s the difference? Things change, it’s just that you’d think they’d change drastically. But they don’t. Last year, I slept 20 inches from the side of my bed. This year I sleep 21. 21 years off a cliff, and still spiraling down. Although I’m falling, sometimes the hourglass flips abruptly…
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Now What, Grandma?
Remember our early morning talks, grandma? When you’d keep reminding me that my education is everything. When you’d tell me to love myself so that people would love me. When you’d tell me to drink a lot of water, and wash my face every chance I get. Why can’t you do that anymore, grandma? I…
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Different Skins
Have you ever wondered if a mask could hurt you? Sometimes, you get so caught up in being someone else, that you do things your real self could never bear. It’s like you’re sitting backstage, with the camera just staring blankly outside while helplessness takes over. Is this me? I can’t really tell. I’m a…
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Merry-Go-Round
Remember that feeling on the merry-go-round? You can’t focus, Can’t look straight, and all you feel is a constant misplacement. That’s how my brain feels like. Like an endless merry-go-round ride, with bullies that won’t let you off the damn thing. It’s silly to think of it that way, but I like to simplify things…
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Dysfunctional
All night I heard nothing but the sound of my rumbling air conditioner. I saw nothing but the flickering night lights through the corners of my window, and felt nothing but divine numbness. Expectations soared high, like the kite I imagined flying on the white sand beach I drew in my mind. Nothing seemed calmer,…
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Thoughts Astray
She was lying down, her bare back covered with nothing but a thin layer of sheets and her misty hair. All she did was think. All she did was hope. All she did was remember the memories that made her smile. “I’ll come back for you.” The memories that made her eyes glitter by the…
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Safe at Bay
There are sparkles in their pure eyes Burning souls in disguise.. Arabs; in what do you take pride? Being helpless when they barely survive! Arabs, Muslims, where the hell are you?! A Justin Beiber concert, or something more important, too? Explosions and massacres! God help them, they’re gone! Blood and death Please, help them stay…
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