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Writer's Block: Family Is…
There's a man with blank eyes and a strange smile on a couch I've never seen in a picture attached to an e-mail I got earlier today.
He's thin and he's changed. He looks old like he has never looked old before. It's been months, but it looks like years. There is so little left there, and I never want to have to see it again.
I think maybe the ( Read more... ) -
You.
It's my third time moving here ( Read more... ) -
No need to read. Nothing new to say, really.
This lovely little journal remains untouched and unspoiled by the wisdom or even the eyes of strangers ( Read more... ) -
Cellular
I have every inch of my phone commited to memory. I would know from its scratches if it was mine or not.
I know because I watch it for hours at a time, waiting for a phone call or a simple text. -
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We lay in the dark and trace eachothers outlines ( Read more... ) -
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Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it. -
Prisoners of Baggage
We settle down because after years of collecting baggage it's too heavy to carry around ( Read more... ) -
And I want to be in it.
Love is not about similarities ( Read more... ) -
My square is beautiful.
Slowly the soft colors ease me back into a mindset of contentment. I can no longer remember if I was running away or running to something. I've painted over the canvas of reason so many times that all I'm left with is a muddy paste of indecision. But of one thing, I am sure. Home is and always will be home ( Read more... ) -
My moonlit sonatta
My hands still smell of pesto ( Read more... )