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love memories My journey

Switched Up Love

I was right about one thing… I’d never find anyone like her, again.

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love memories poetry

Photos are Time

An excerpt from a poem taken from the in-progress work, “The Universe Inside Her II: a book of unsorted poetic letters”

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Diaries letters Life poetry thoughts

Autumn’s Fall

You are a lie, beautiful fall, a taunting lie. Surely we fall in your presence. We fall down to the bitterness of winter, blanketed in icy cold; the unthawed hearts, we freeze to death. For this is your poison, Autumn, you are our fall dressed in kindly colors.

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Diaries Life thoughts

An Observation on the Lonliness of Singled Psyche

I am always this far from even my lovers: outside of their psyche and never able to enter it. Estranged by the limitations of even our souls.

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Diaries letters love thoughts

Tangibility: a letter of the curse of humanity

Neverlasting and impermanent…

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Diaries

Lover Gone

I’ve felt it, my love. Some kind of separation between us. Another tear in the heavens, where its curtain of love was ripped apart by human hands. I wonder should I love you still, or should I let you go and move on to love other lovers who I’ve yet to meet? Could I love […]

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Books Diaries Life lifestyle My journey thoughts

Faceless Strangers in the Coffee Shop: Libraries and their enchantment

We leave these little coffee shops and bookstores with an ache in our hearts. We whisper farewells to the lands it holds within, as we walk out the many-times-repaired door, awaiting the day we can come back again.

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Diaries Life love My journey poetry

The Half of Me Never Made: what cruel fate of lonliness

I try to find you in another, I search among mankind, but you are imaginary and none were made for me.

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Diaries love

Letters to A Lover

To a lover I’ve never met…

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Diaries Life My journey poetry thoughts

The Nightmare of Dreams and Dignity of Hope

Thus, I will trek this journey of pain…
Why would I want to live unless it were in my dreams, and why would I want to breathe unless it were the air of hope and beauty?