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| new beginningsi'm the queen of new beginnings.
i feel as if i were a robot
taken apart piece by piece.
just to be reconstructed blindly.
i look to my left and there
is my nose adhered to my ankle
my fingers tickle the floor as i walk foward.
bandaged gauze hold together glued places for support.
what i would give to be rearranged back to how things were
but not until i travel for a bit
in this uncomfortable yet exciting
new being I've become.
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| ashes and wineDon't know if our fate's already sealed
this day's spinning surface on a wheel.
I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
coffee laced intoxicating on your lips
Cut it out, I've got no claim on you now.
Not allowed to wear your freedom down.
I'll tear myself away, that is what you need.
There is nothing left to say
but
Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?
the day's still ashes and wine,
or are we ashes.
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| broken hearted.twenty three and still falling face flat into love.
i can't even remember when the walls started to close in,
all i know is that all i can do is
to pick up those broken pieces that i wished were still whole.
i envisioned a life-long contract
but just missed where the co-signers line was left blank.
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| I can't remember what it was like to write here every single day, constantly updating and hiding things i've come across and out-grown. It's funny to think we say and hear things and some of that insight will stay with us while the others will elude back to the puddle of nonexistence.
It's only natural to write about what we know.
In the end, I'm just a strange, quirky girl who ranks the importance of things in an unorganized fashion.
I rate everything with my heart.
Yes, I know I'm not right all the time,
but I like to think that I am.
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| there is an intense conversation between me and the blank screen in front of me...
thoughts have entered and are hesitant to be carelessly engraved.
through the sinuous paths in this endless twenty one year journey of my life, i have found myself to be a mold i've fathomed from the beginning.
with each year, the cast had been remolded and is infinitely under reconstruction.
i am truly an artist.
i've come to terms that i would rather live in a world with no responsibilities.
a world where today the walls that enclose my room would be blue
and the next day it would be red, for blue was no longer the color i was feeling.
my studio is incredibly random. i get excited with every new idea, then before i see it through, i move onto another one.
nothing is ever complete, but there are those rare times that i will get interested in the same thing again and it would come further along than any of the other preliminary ideas.
if i could have my way, i would be living in either france or san francisco (maybe new york, i'm still contemplating this city).
i'd take a walk everyday, maybe one day i'd photograph my path, or perhaps just visually record what the experience was like.
i'd buy different flowers, flowers that fit the color of the day,
and i'd paint to my heart's content to the playlist of my choice.
i live too much by feeling and in the end it screws me over.
the world is real, and these romantic notions of mine
to you are frivolous. | | |
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