There are days, aren’t there, when you feel as if the entire universe is imploding inside of you. They say our bones have composition of the stars, so indeed the universe does exist inside of us. We are all made of stardust. And this very stardust begins to ache from every corner for reasons we…
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The heavy sky laden with dark clouds- it’s weight unbearable, yet refusing to fall over the grounds as droplets of tear. When comes the next morning the wind has blown, but where do they go – really? Don’t they return till they fall over the grounds?
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Worry the words speak too little, worry the music beats too loud. Worry the laughs echo too much, worry the time flows too fast. Worry the feelings show too much, worry the honesty cuts too deep. Worry nothing ever falls one hundred, there’s always some crack in between, someone else you could have been. Worry…
Read MoreWaiting for magic, magic in the eyes, magic that flies across skies. Magic, because it’s improbable next to impossible. Magic, because it’s implausible every piece breakable. More than ever magic, because it is not fixable. Magic that seems to have travelled circumference, but to the center indifferent. Magic for it makes everything solvable, believable. Magic,…
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These lines make me nervous. I love lines otherwise, lines that run through pages, lines that unmask people, lines that make up stories, lines that can be spoken, lines with words on them. But this is a queue. And I’m not fond of lines that are made up of people. It makes me anxious, like…
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The Wordcastle 