“Each believed that God was on his side, for no one raises a hand without convincing himself first that he is right.”
Andrew Krivak
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Document the burden I carry to set myself free.
We met in class. During the second semester of my disconnect, Your tightly coiled hair that danced down your shoulders. You smile. We decided to partner up for an in-class exercise. I still think about how you picked me that day. Your hand tapping my shoulder. Your eyes. I think about a lot more than that.… Read more
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If there is no I, I’ll find peace with that as well
As of recent, I’ve been thinking a lot about self. When bad things happen, I often lose myself. I am preoccupied by fear. Too burdened by survival to live. But once I begin to slow, once I regain control, another concern takes hold. A fear of self. The weight of being. I am prone to… Read more
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“I have questions”
On the edge of slumber, a voice came to me. “I have questions” it boomed. And with its words, it took the room in which I lay transported to lay alone; outside the windows of my room now expanded the vast stars. The endlessness outside. As I got up, hinging at the waist, and pulling… Read more
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you’d be who I miss the most.
I worry at times that you don’t know how much I care for you. I know if I said that you’d promptly tell me to “shut the fuck up” in likely kinder words, so understanding, but I still worry. I’m not great at showing my feelings, especially recently. Opting for solitude, and little conversation. Harm… Read more
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Unlearn or Burn – I do not care
My intention with these words is that I can spit out some of the acid within to burn you. Fuck you, you and every iteration. I have seen your type. As you flock as if my blood is to your taste. I owe you nothing. My peace will no longer be a non-priority. As you… Read more
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Rage or Intrigue (4/?)
As I scanned my closet, for what to wear, I reflected on my appreciation to no longer be working in uniform. At how my closet has expanded in the couple of years since I came back. Brighter now than it has ever been. I first picked the pants, sliding each leg in before considering the… Read more