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In full bloom: - unruly
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Sunday, July 12, 2015. It is funny how things you never said can turn into the only thoughts you will know. Rewind, and release. Like a broken tape. Maybe it is not exactly broken. But it was you, who chose to twist and turn the cassette to the beginning. To release and replay. Just so you can hear your very own heart skip a beat again -. But never will be. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Just a pawn piece on this game of chess -hopelessl. With love and squalor.
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In full bloom: May 2015
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Saturday, May 30, 2015. I used to feel like i was treading in sea, slightly drowning inside. i used to feel my pulse beat like thunder in my own head. through, and through, and thoroughly against. like vastness of waves crashing to the shores of reckless walls-. That i built like a cage around my chest, out of hurt in disguise. And cemented by bucketfuls of resent-filled ego. In refusal to make home in the hearts of man. And here i lie, as if all of me feels stained. With gracefulness i lack. It is not d...
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In full bloom: February 2015
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Thursday, February 12, 2015. To feel found is a wonderful feeling. It is not exactly a moment of being in control. Nor a moment of losing it. It is the dim of a streetlight, and subtle clarity. Of recognizing, and realizing without being all-knowing. It is the warmth of a blanket that envelops in darkness, when a place you thought you knew all along becomes unfamiliar and unknown. Like a surge of heat, from sipping a cup of tea, a somewhat hug to the soul. A reassurance, without confirmation.
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In full bloom: June 2015
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Thursday, June 25, 2015. More than a sigh. Remember orange summer sky. And remember feeling changed. Thursday, June 18, 2015. I can never understand what goes on in a mind. Simply from staring straight through darkened eyes,. Maybe i am not supposed to. And maybe like many other things i have come to accept -. This is not for me. Maybe it took a walk across the bridge,. Overlooking the stillness of a canal. On a solemn, Tuesday night. To make you realize. There stand before you -. Only this time -.
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In full bloom: everything in between
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Thursday, June 18, 2015. I can never understand what goes on in a mind. Simply from staring straight through darkened eyes,. Maybe i am not supposed to. And maybe like many other things i have come to accept -. This is not for me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Relief. more than a sigh. remember orange summer . Maybe it took a walk across the bridge, overlookin. No quiero olvidar, pero no quiero quedar. With love and squalor. Green Life Off the Hook. Would i be out of line.
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In full bloom: April 2015
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Thursday, April 23, 2015. But if you close your eyes,. Does it almost feel like. Nothing's changed at all? If you close your eyes,. Does it almost feel like. You've been here before? Friday, April 17, 2015. I know i may never find everything. Or the answers to anything. But i have more than i deserve,. And so much more than i need. Even on nights when i feel like i have nothing. Maybe we are just everything -. Or maybe we are all just nothing. Maybe we do all of this,. Because no one likes to feel alone.
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In full bloom: under cover -
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Sunday, August 2, 2015. I’d never spend the weekend. All day in bed. To what I am and became. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Serendipity, in a city. His laughter is like the crack of dawn,there is wa. With love and squalor. Green Life Off the Hook. Would i be out of line. The stories we tell. Canada ‘Dream’ Tour. Eyes are the perfect lens. With all my heart. They Speak French or Something. The Rest Is Still Unwritten. Alternative Spring Break -Belize.
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In full bloom: March 2015
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Sunday, March 29, 2015. Maybe it takes a little blurriness to get inspired,. A little diversion to realize what you had. And a little moment of confusion and emotional chaos. To figure out -. That you've been living the facade. With your own bare hands. And you have built with bricks a wall. Between the arrangement of your rib cage. To keep what is wild in place. Wednesday, March 25, 2015. In the confined corner. Space of a room. Slow dancing to inaudible songs. That speak in languages. So are hugs -.
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In full bloom: December 2014
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Monday, December 22, 2014. How wonderful it is,. That you are loved. Monday, December 1, 2014. As soft glowing, snowflakes. Here I fall again. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. With love and squalor. Green Life Off the Hook. Would i be out of line. The stories we tell. Canada ‘Dream’ Tour. Eyes are the perfect lens. With all my heart. They Speak French or Something. The Rest Is Still Unwritten. Alternative Spring Break -Belize. Simple template. Template images by blue baron.
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In full bloom: August 2015
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Friday, August 28, 2015. On an attic of sort. In stillness on the last night. Somewhere i never thought we'd be. He turned and said -. Don't doubt yourself,". As the Sao Jorge witnessed before me. Serendipity, in a city. Here, aimlessly we wander the streets into the night. Among tourists and locals alike. While acoustic strings and wonderful men sing to midnight. While I trail away pieces of me - like breadcrumbs on these cobblestone steps. Here, in transit - in between reflections. In silence. ...Here,...
