I feel like a writer (how wrong it sounds) full of stories that are not mine (I can’t do them justice anyway), and stories I never finished because they were too mine.
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a pocket full of memories
I will never not be sentimental. If I could pocket any tangible evidence of love, I would. So I did.
a robin in the fig tree
A robin hops on the fig tree.
higher than the clouds
I’d have a moment, up above the clouds, of pure adrenaline and freedom. A sudden, soundless calm before I plunge back into a nebulous ocean.
do you guys believe in aliens?
Their existence is non-negotiable to me.
addressing respect and boundaries
I don’t feel the need to hold your hand when I say this. Maybe I need to be a bit firmer in what I have to say. Don’t mind my harsh tone.
cookie monster: book edition
By the time I went to the city for high school, I had already missed a few windows.
life in fragments
I feel the most alive when I’m not distracted by the life I want to live. When I can place myself in the life I am living.
i wish for a kinder world
We’ve lost the art of sympathizing.
dream big
My mind always goes to a bakery. It became a running joke with my friends. But I have another dream. And I’m supposed to dream big.
