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i want to cry.
I want to tell every person I am leaving how much they mean to me and at the same time I know I will never find the time,…
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so what’s ya story?
This one is more self-titled than others. It’s a question to myself and anyone reading. Books are stories and we all have stories. If we all have stories,…
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follow your feet
I woke up sad today and so I took a walk. It was a long walk and it did not have any clear objective. I avoided places I…
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ask for directions
No, he knows where he is going and what he is looking for. Probably. Maybe. Don’t worry, he’ll let you know if he needs something. It always will…
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hopeful?
The shelves fill me with reminders of how little I know. The aura of a thousand pages swims around my head. It leaks in through each sense: the…
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morning
the sidewalk lies flat, waiting for the beat of footsteps. the road waits for the roll of wheels the lights wait for the opportunity to tell both the…
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Things That Used to Matter: Snack
Each one is a dry scale, slowly building up to a skin to be shed. Childish dreams, naive concerns, unrealistic expectations. All synonyms for an optimism deemed foolish…
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safe after midnight
What would it be like? the man wonders as he walks by a buzzing streetlight at a time of night that would make his parents worry. Maybe his…
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line of desire
The man has his choice of open doors as he walks the familiar streets of his city. He knows what lies beyond each one. He wishes he didn’t.…
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