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The patterns I carry.
When we’ve worn anger long enough,changing into happinessalways leaves threads of rage behind.When we quench a burning fire,smoke lingers, uncontrolled.When our eyes meet the ones they love,the smirk we wear betrays us.When we live without questioning,ignorance meets regret. These are all patterns.These are representations of for.These are proven theories of our making.This is our existence.… Continue reading
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Am I a memory or a presence?
Do you also find yourself nostalgic for moments even as they’re unfolding? It’s as if you can already see the beauty of the moment as a cherished memory, even while you’re still living it. Are we memories or moments?Are we continuous past or present? What do we become between then and later?How do we find… Continue reading
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The image people see of me.
In our attempt at being limitless,may we not learn and unlearn ourselvesinto anxious peoplewho must constantly fight the willto fully liveor leave (in) every place we find space. In our attempt at beingthe best reflection of self,may we not lose ourselves. How do we find the time to bewhen we are busy living for the… Continue reading
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Losing Yourself
In the art of losing self never forget to assume death—this is the first step. How do you address someone who calls himself a farmer without a farm?How do you address ‘self’ without the will to be? What is I? I am tired of writing about being and self.If you lose yourself in this search… Continue reading
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Am I original or a compilation?
We like to think that we are.Are we? We like to think we’ve been given a clean slate to write on.Have we? We like to think our lives are ours to live and our paths are ours to create.Are they? We are mosaics of borrowed truths,fractured fragments of untold stories,shaped by whispers, glances, and shadows,walking… Continue reading
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