Category: Scream
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The Planets Are Aligned Supposedly
And Supposedly I need to manifest something into reality. Think about what I want and scream it into the void of circumstantial earth sans gratitude for the path it already has laid before me. The idea of manifesting seems pointless to me. A grandeur term magnetizing the fetishization of just…
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Love
I can’t feel my heart anymore. It’s risen with the wind and flies like a forgotten kite. Slowly pulling on the knot that connects itself to me harder and harder. Until one day, it breaks free. Leaving me, empty like a cup. I’ll try my best to fill this cup…
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A Ten Round Bout In The Ring With Perception
I don’t really understand what I’m feeling recently. I feel like my life is a caricature of itself. All of my most perceived traits conflated and expanded using the ink of judgement and comparison’s pen. I can feel my outlines being traced by the same eyes that trace yours. With…
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The Wind is an Accident on Purpose
The wind is strong. This is one of the first times I’ve ever felt swept into something without feeling the future in my heart. I don’t necessarily know where I’m going. And the way things are going in the now are very thin. Like a sheet that’s easily swayed into…
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Good Will Hunting
I think crying is good for your skin. I’m writing this on the toilet of a Hilton on the outskirts of Dallas. There’s something about hotel rooms that always feel like a second home to me. Like I chose one of my horcruxes to lie under the covers of every…
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Alabama Hugs
We’ve been in the South for around a week now. I feel like the southern molasses that lies within the voices of the people that live down here is quietly being absorbed into the basis of my subconscious. I don’t like the feeling. It seems as though something is churning…
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Popcorn stuck between teeth
I can never accept the fact that I just don’t like some people. It feels narcissistic to judge whether or not I’m going to be open with someone based on the way someone is. Like all people are natured and nurtured in completely different ways and respond to it in…
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What the fuck is this !
I can’t tell if this is ok. Screaming into the abyss is so soothing until you choose for the abyss to be something tangible. Like a computer. It’s more permanent. I feel like my screams and whispers become magnetized to this idea that I want them to live forever. That…
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