Sunday Night Blues
Under the weight of numbed fingers I lay, unconvincingly asleep, as the world peers through my bedroom window. I look up through shadow-filled lashes. The pseudo-heroes, the deceived children, the tormented matchbox lovers who got caught in the undertow of life. My mind wanders and words leak out of my ...
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Carefree
Been wrecking my mind to write a piece I've been only seeing fragments of in between dilly-dallying and sleep. Spent the entire night sloughing through a string of Muhan Dojeon episodes. I think my problem now is that I don’t have a problem ...
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Old Ghosts
Sometimes, I think of all the people I've lost or grew apart from and wonder what they would think if they saw me or knew me now, given how much time has passed and how much things have changed. Would we still be friends? Would we argue over the same ...
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Independency
Find arms that will raise you up from your most helpless plights and hold you at your frailest. Find eyes that will behold your beauty, even at your ugliest. Find a heart that will love you unquestioningly, even at your most repulsive. Because that is the only love that really ...
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Unfinished Story
We sure would have made one hell of a story if we hadn't run out of ink ...
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Writer’s Block
Sometimes I lose the ability to turn words into art. Maybe I should let them speak for themselves, but they can be such timid fellows, and I wouldn't want to pressure them. So instead I'll just listen to the silence the world destroys by talking and talking, wishing I could ...
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