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la vie en rose
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A barn in the south of France.
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Breakup : A monologue
It’s okay, right? It’s going to be okay for you, and for me? It’s okay, right?Why is loving yourself that difficult? How do you handle your own thoughts? Sometimes I desperately need an embrace, a touch, and more than most of the times, all I get is dusted off, like a toy on shelf. A…
DEMONS
TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT,SELF HARM. It was a blue lazy afternoon,for Ginnie. Her concrete walls seemed thicker than usual, and once again she had woken up with cold sweat and fumble heartbeats. She dragged her way to the breakfast table, and poured raw milk into her cereal. Raw. As raw and still as her voluntarily…
LOVE
I am tired, incredibly tired, my limbs, metallic, although, I feel, italic! Notes, pictures, lists, I went through, all to write the best I could. Sigh! What remains is honest me, & honest me is, honest you. Honest you, because when I hear your voice, my breath calms. When I hold your hand my thoughts…
Pickles in balcony.
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Bloom.
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Seafoam green.
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Lines of you.
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October blues.
Evening, coldest hours of October, icy wind sweeps across our eyes, beginning of the final checking. I turn around once,twice, thrice, the motor kicks in, breaking the thick foggy air around. I turn around, forth! As we move ahead,as everything does, as the shadows get smaller and smaller. Yes,there she is, little,sad,angry, plastic. Lights play…
Merrybell
No, it was not a sunny day, the light brings in nothing but disarray. For nights are better off alone, directing the madness, the wind has blown. Into starry lakes & gushing sky, I wander. Silence roars so loud, the dandalions quiver and shroud. The mountains as mighty as our lives could be, On the…
Crushing spirit
If I were me, I wouldn’t feel sorry for myself too. Sounds are many, Sounds are constant. Silence, laughter, chaos, crushing spirits. Why even is she here, questions limit to purpose no more. Just crushing spirits, since the time she was born. Goodness is a lie, or atleast that which she serves. Prancing,loud, fumbling, heartbeats,…
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