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today it is me.
Today it is me, I wish not tomorrow for you or any other day ever, of waves of unpleasant gulps and over dried tunnels that have grown sour of the many avenues many of pain, less of pleasure and comfort I wish no such avenue for you, for today it was me, and the wave… Continue reading
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February entry.
I have been meaning to write a certain piece for over a week now. The first few words off it still ring in my head, and even in my sleep, I can feel the words, soft on my lips but I only let out in a whisper. The words lead me to places and take… Continue reading
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My body, align
Sometimes I picture my body running low on voices and fears that keep it aware I feel like it happens whenever I decide to block off the voices turned noises around me and just be still Writing it out also makes me feel like it’s running now high and not low of owning my space… Continue reading
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Love is here with me and you
Listen.. be still, it exists just right ahead of you. I can hear it, so you should. Close your eyes, gently and listen, it’s not far from your reach. She is here and there, either way, you have her, you are her. Phenomena and stillness, waves of might and melodies. Lines of worth on the… Continue reading
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My body cries
I sat still with my arm fanned out to the air, my eyes closing slow and gently, as my hair ran down and rested on my shoulder, little had been done, and little had been felt. I let the sounds of the wind clear my reflections and the air hug my face, my stomach still… Continue reading
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Going down Riverroad by Meja Mwangi
What book could you read over and over again? Continue reading
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Wave. Part one
He kept on walking, hands deep inside his jacket, his hood on but it kept falling off as he walked through the long hanging branches. It was fairly cold and the darkness had come to be. He was all alone and for a moment he felt as though someone was following him. He paused to… Continue reading
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Returning
In this simple dream, we call life, our bodies, our beings clinging to time, which we again lose in our pursuits of being whole, just to fit in, to love as we love, In this simple dream, we call life, we form melodies in our heads that comfort the sorrows, the sorrows which we initiated… Continue reading
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Ways to love me.
To be human, to be whole and sound and happy, is to love. I wonder why it is tailored for some not to say out loud how they want to be loved. It is disturbing that we fix ourselves, lurking behind curtains and resisting the truth that you should always let out the ways that… Continue reading