everyone likes to remark on my supposed complexity. but i want you to see how simple of a girl i am.

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winter has a strange effect on people. like a child crying for his mother's warmth, everyone i know is stretching a hand towards something. the accelerated arrival of nightfall each day perhaps makes us all realize our personal solitude that much more, makes us a little more pensive. this global search for the intangible announces its arrival ( Read more... )

"if you could paint me, which colors would you use?" the question drips from your lips, with a little more venom than you would have liked. you trail your words with a childlike grin to seem less expectant. there are tubes of paint in the box you're holding, and your fingers are itching to reach in and fasten itself to this person's interpretation ( Read more... )

i steal a glance across the dinner table. when someone returns to your presence after a prolonged absence, i find your eye gets a lot more astute. my vision becomes microscopic and i detect every crease in her skin and every fragment of light that gets absorbed in it ( Read more... )

sometimes, i wonder when i'll start writing again.

Reflection, to me, always comes disconnected; but inconsistency in attempting to harness the ineffable was always the name of my game.


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i have my own room now, and it feels unfamiliar: the floor is bare, the shoes organized, the bed spacious. the immaculate state of things, though undeniably temporary, throws me off. i've always been a child of chaos, more or less, and i suppose near two decades doesn't change all that much. and it's true, you know, that home has two definitions: a ( Read more... )