I remember
my hands shaking
but only for a second
then, I—
I pulled the trigger
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Poetry | When Things Collide
I am always in love
with the thought of
things colliding—
How the ocean
and the sky meets
in a landscape
How the sun
and the moon
cross through eclipses
Poetry | Narcissus and the Lake
Everyday, I look at you
but you only see yourself
Everyday, I look at you
I never see myself
Poetry | If Falling Stars are Fallen Souls
if falling stars
are fallen souls
where will I land?
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Maybe This Is What It Means To Bleed Words
For the past two weeks, I thought I was doing okay. I thought I was getting better. I take a bath. I write. I’m building up my blog through social media. I eat properly. I keep learning how to do cupcakes. I’ve been doodling. I actually applied for a job that is not online. But, since March started, I feel like I took more step backwards than I did forward.
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Poetry | When Will Spring Come?
my favorite crystals
shining, falling
covering me
like the clouds
—or is it smoke?
