On Days Like These

On days like these when the sand in the hourglass seems to be sliding faster than usual reminding you of how much of what remains to be done, let it not dishearten you, I tell myself, let is remind you of how far we’ve come. There are days like these when turning pages seem the…

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Listen

There are days when I listen to the words coming out of my mouth as closely as I can, after the words have left me, materializing into sounds. What do the words mean, where do they lead me? Sometimes guilt takes over, a little ounce of arrogance speaking; but time is so that it shall…

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Keys to Open

How strange is it to have to ask for keys to open our own hearts. To ask someone else to unlock it, should the demon escape from the dungeons. What fills the heart is but not a demon, it is an angel. Teach him to fly, perhaps he’ll return to you, if not, he will…

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Space

If you were an artist and I was an object, what space would I occupy in your canvas? Would I be a fruit on the table or a shadow beneath? Or the painting inside the painting or the floor spread all across? Would you care to splash your paint and make space for me?

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