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Continue reading →: Missing Close Encounters
Blood moves slowly Building red cloth along Even with cuts and scars It continues to flow with ease Heart pumps more Filling each vein alive Trying to save from breaking Functions merely for living not feeling It had lived All these times, alone Nothing comes close to it It knows…
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Continue reading →: Chasing the Writing Bug
There are numerous opportunities for me to start bringing life to the unimaginable stories out of my head. But most of the time I slack off instead. Then getting annoyed at the end because of wasted hours. Frustrations Writing has always been one of my toughest frustrations (next to singing).…
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Continue reading →: Rainy Days, Films, and a Hot Cup of Coffee
Multiple raindrops can trigger a lasting sensation. There aren’t much to do on rainy days. How I wish I could go back to my younger years when I can dance in the rain without any worries to bother me. Now that I’m 22, I find other musings to keep me…
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Continue reading →: Getting Stuck and Moving OnThere are some days when I feel really stuck in life, and that it’s difficult to ever get back on my feet. Challenges and worries overpower hope and motivation. Trying so hard to return to my most productive state is a feat that is closer to impossible. This is me…
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Continue reading →: The Kid in Me
I may not have much to say, but there are memorable films that I enjoyed even when I was younger. One of which I just watched today. It’s refreshing to see these kinds of films, they bring back happy memories. Hope to keep writing after this one. 😉 となりのトトロ, 1988…
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Continue reading →: Breaking Free of My Writing Paralysis
I haven’t written much for weeks. July is almost done, but I’m still floating across the flight of my mind. This is the phase I consider as my writing paralysis. A state of writing depression when nothing seems to “inspire” me to pick up my pen and start writing. Maybe…
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Continue reading →: Train of Thought
Balance is what we need Every step is weighed for a good deed But no one was able to read The rules behind the hidden creed Man or woman plays a game Reaching far away from the grave A place sucked out from the start Blinds the path towards the…
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Continue reading →: Child’s Play
In the room there were three chairs But four people staggered in Susie, Sally, Sam, and Susan Painting, waving, calling out for something Susie stared at Susan Sam reached for Sally No one wanted to finish the game They all ran, holding hands
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Continue reading →: One-sided not Reflected
One waited for a friend Willing to listen and recommend A way of living to last a day For a little longer, flashes like a ray Never knew it could end To a final breaking bend When one declines with a nay Towards a sudden romantic way It’s not wrong…
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