We leave our digital footprint scattered all across the Internet for random selections of people to come across and validate from only that limited perspective of who they think we are. From abandoned blogs to deleted Tumblr accounts, who is to say that the person we are now online is truly it? Truly us. When … Continue reading Cancel Culture: An Introspection
Elemental.
I was born a mountain. Unyielding, unthinking, and incredibly immovable. I was born rigid, with a rigid body and mind. I crave the sustainable. I crave the irreplaceable. I crave earth. I wish to be fluid like water and as equally as terrifying. When water bleeds, we all are made to hear and feel her … Continue reading Elemental.
To be a Muse
I’ve always known I was meant to be loved by a painter, a musician, a writer.To be immortalizedby love.True, pure, unconditionalcraftsmanship-and love.And, they fell,the Painter, the Musician, the Writer.Of course, they fell.They lovedme.who Wouldn’t?who Couldn’t?my Beauty, my Grace, my Charm,my commitment tothe craft-and love.I knew when to throw them away. When their lovegot stale andderivative.All … Continue reading To be a Muse
A Change of Pace.
I swam my entire childhood, but if you asked me, I would say I was a runner first. I loved the way it felt. The breeze, the sweat, the ache of my feet, and the numb feeling in my legs after. Swimming was fun, a convenience really, and my achievements made my parents proud. And … Continue reading A Change of Pace.
Emotional Misappropriation
Do I not know enthusiasm ifit is not yours?Do I not know peace ifit is not yours?Do I not know happiness ifit is not yours ?Do I not know sadness ifit is not yours?Do I not know fear ifit is not yours?Do I not know pain ifit is not yours?What can be Mine ifit is … Continue reading Emotional Misappropriation
Challenger
My greatest enemy is the shadow that races alongside me. Only she has seen how long I've run without pause, which is why she follows in close pursuit. I know if I look back even for a second, she has the chance of overtaking me. So, I don't. I won't look to what I can't … Continue reading Challenger
It’s Just Stress
I have the tendency to over-count. Never ask me to keep the time. Scratch that, don't ask me to count to ten. Or at the very least, don't trust me when I do. I take extra long between the pauses of every number, scared I didn't give it enough time, so I'll go slow. So … Continue reading It’s Just Stress
If I Saw You Again
If I saw him again, I would tell him... I would tell him that I am genuinely sorry. Sorry for how I treated him. There's no excuse. What many saw was that I unreasonably hated him. Many would ask me why and at the time I said I had no idea, but I think I … Continue reading If I Saw You Again
Apologies.
There are a million ways to say it and a million and one people already have. But how do I say sorry in a way you'll understand? If I scream, maybe you'll hear me, but you might not understand. What do you tell a rock when you wish for it to move towards you? Will … Continue reading Apologies.
A Balancing Act.
My head held close to my chest. Mind over body or body over mind? They say you need to stretch your neck, but what for? The floor is closer than the sky and I am closer to the floor. They say if I fall, they'll deduct points. But what for? Does it matter to which … Continue reading A Balancing Act.
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