You find yourselfscattered –across time, across place,in the leaves of trees you’ve visited,or the words scribbled in walls, real and digital. Every piece is complete on it’s own,and yet when they come togetherthey make you more you than you. So you beginthis journeyto find your piecesthat you’d keptin various places,just to be safefor times when…
Read MoreWeeping Times
It begins from somewhere,a memory, a statement, a voice.And the tears come gushing inlike maddening storm to an otherwise perfectly solemn time. Weeping times, they areof things that cannot be changed,of things that aren’t accepted. We cry for these, don’t we?Everything else falls in between. So, my friend, when was the last timeyou had tears…
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I let my heart break into a million tiny pieces, at least it was real this time.
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Molecules
That by adding just one molecule unto another, a new element emerges- by one tiny little molecule. What then, can we do to each other both of whom a compact combination of uncountable molecules.
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A Little Too Much
Cries too much Writes too much Feels too much Speaks too much Calls too much. A little of too much.
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Love Returned
Love returned and not taken is like a perfume spilled over your dress. You cannot deny the scent by hiding it inside the closet; You can only wear the dress in the open air for the smell to fade in time. The next time you’ll smell the scent, it won’t hurt. It will only be…
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The Wordcastle 