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journal forty-nine.

So he told you that you were pretty? That, without you, life would be a little shitty? All those sweet nothings made you feel aglow So they cannot blame you that you did not know That pretty is the equivalent of feeling fine That pretty means nothing when he cannot say “mine” In reference toContinue reading “journal forty-nine.”

journal forty-seven.

If your happiness became the only form of payment, How much more selfish would you be? What would be worth your tears? I want you to think carefully Because I really think that’s it. That’s the price we are paying. To live this life, It should go without saying That you only get to beContinue reading “journal forty-seven.”

journal forty-six.

I often grapple with that feeling of not being good enough Fighting the well-known fear that time has passed me by Despite not yet even having hit my first twenty-five years of life Like by thirteen, I should have been some prodigy By fifteen, graduated—from university Six degrees under my belt, offers littered at myContinue reading “journal forty-six.”

journal forty-four.

what is this feeling? i can’t help but know i’ve been here before it’s all too familiar those things crawling in my skin i’m alone but fear i can’t move i can’t be seen? breathing gets harder but i don’t know why and i’m trying to think i’m trying to place it what is this?Continue reading “journal forty-four.”

journal forty-three.

last night, i dreamt of you and even in my dream, i didn’t think it was true i had the thought that i was dreaming told myself to wake up, and i did, so seemingly it had to be you, since still, you were there and confused i was to see you so clear whenContinue reading “journal forty-three.”

journal forty-two.

two hours before sunset I’ve realized that’s my favorite time outside, at my new place maybe old to some, but new to me on my balcony, overlooking my city I’m swinging swinging swinging swinging more like softly rocking actually I’m softly rocking on the only thing I have out here— one sole hammock and theContinue reading “journal forty-two.”

journal forty-one.

I cannot describe how much I love this Sitting outside, raised stories from the ground Hammers of construction for new, unmet neighbors Whistles of the train leaving the station below Staring at the city an arm’s reach away She is begging me to call her home As if she is all I will ever knowContinue reading “journal forty-one.”

journal forty.

maybe there is more of an allure in missing someone than actually having them when I miss you, I can imagine the way you make me feel I can fabricate the rhythm we will have when we next meet again in my mind, we groove and we flow the responses I think you’ll have toContinue reading “journal forty.”