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17th Birthday
A year older.
A year wiser.
Time slips out from my grasp like the oceans tides,
Natural yet terrifying in the most nauseating way,
I’m sick of growing up. -
Love Lost
Love is felt most when its leaving
We cry for what once was
What could’ve been
For the people We once were
Watching as it leaves
Weary eyes, and tired feet -
Oh, Bird!
Oh, Bird, tell me how does it feel to float on wings of ivory and gold?
What is it like to have the world at your fingertips?
Tell me of the world beyond these acres,
Of the thrilling adventures in which you sing. -
The Soundtrack of Memories
My life has a soundtrack, bluesy rock that sounds like cooking with my grandfather on Sunday afternoons, mild indie rock that feels like cool fall air, and walking on pine needles, early 2000’s alternative that smells like cinnamon and my mothers -
Memories
Arguments with the demon
Traced on the landscape of a night in May
Melancholic shadows, the gray of memory
The enigma of truth, tangled with spectral whispers.
Lume of my mind, -
Waking up; A memoir
Hazy hot days when the early morning dew disappeared long before sleepy eyes opened, the sun peaking through the window far too early.