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my life was cold

One Year Later….

A tad over a year ago, my partner and I were laying on our blow up mattress, talking with music playing in the background. They had uncovered that I was a writer and poet. They poked at me a bit... Continue Reading →

My words are leaving me.

I take one step forward. The world makes sense. I lift my foot. The world goes back. The words are whispers in the wind. And I can not decipher them.

Ramble Time

Hello. I have no point. I have no purpose. I am just never ending circles overlapping one another. I have ideas. All these ideas. So many many ideas. But, I do not know what I should do. I want to... Continue Reading →

Stagnant

My brain. So painfully stagnant.

Try Again?

The submission window for a literary magazine just opened up. This is the same one that rejected me a while back. Part of me wants to submit again. But part of me is terrified of the rejection. Absolutely terrified. I... Continue Reading →

Silence and Projects

I have been silent.

Straining

Have you ever just felt... Stretched thin? Spread out? The world gets demanding. And you only have two hands. You're straining, straining to hold it together. For how much longer? How much more can you try to juggle? Before you... Continue Reading →

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