Tag: prose
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A cup of petrichor | Life update
It’s 8:40PM on a Monday night, and the rain shows no signs of letting up. I only stopped by this cafe to satisfy my cravings for a second cup of coffee and to enjoy a high-protein meal after another leg day. Now I fear I’ll be stuck here until the skies miraculously clear or I…
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Ritualizing the routine
Romanticizing as a way to cope; or ritualizing the routine to survive this duty in particular.
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I made seven breakfasts and did Sunday laundry
This is what I do on Sundays, or thereabouts.
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The last piece I wrote in 2020
I think it’s incomplete.
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but didn’t i promise to fall in love
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
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Art: Glass hearts do not break like real ones do (2018)
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
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murder on the content express
I may say that hallucinations and delusions are positively parasitic, but let it never be said I denounced all flights of fantasy.
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Botticelli’s women are always beautiful.
I once knew a girl who had fair and glowing skin. She wasn’t like me; she looked nothing like me. Her delicate features sloped in blurred, unassuming lines. Welcoming. Peaceful. They commanded the eyes to follow. She had golden-brown hair, with the kind of curls you don’t expect to be smooth and soft to touch.…
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