Tag: writing
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Fall In Love With All The Broken Pieces
As I walk on the beach, I notice love alI the around me and I get to thinking but then again, when am I not? I think about, in the span of seven short months, how different life has become for me. And in that time, I think about how I lost a piece of…
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Poem: Confessions In The Dark
It’s the night time, the streets lights are peeking through the blinds and the room is quiet. Yet, my thoughts are deafening. I’m in the bedroom lying awake, pillow soaked as a byproduct of my endless tears and all I can focus on is the you shaped space next to me. But it’s just an…
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The Big Scary Void
I have started off so many of my blog posts with a question, I’m constantly searching for answers. I’m naturally a very curious person but I’m also an over-thinker so you could imagine how that might not mix well. A-lot of questions have been popping up in my mind here and there, combing through the…
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Poem: The One Sided Invisible String
People talk about the invisible string, the one that brings two people together. No one talks about the one sided invisible string, where one person continues to hang on while the other has let go. No one talks about the pain that comes with it. I had always hoped he would lasso his string to…
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Like A Moth To A Flame
These last few months has had its fair share of ups and downs. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve been here before. Once, with my first love. I got through that one. It made me stronger and much smarter. But let me tell you, that healing process was absolutely excruciating. There were so many times…
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Love Is An Ego-Death
It’s getting used to the solitude that haunts me, my thoughts feel like the graveyard of my past. They slowly creep in and out from time to time. Sometimes I feel as if I’m stuck in my own personal crypt, hoping someone will realize I’m actually conscious and let me out. Right when the hopeful…
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The Mind Can Be Like A Fun House Of Mirrors, Minus The Fun
Do you think there’s hope in the mystery? The mystery of not knowing what will happen next. I have always looked for hope in what feels to be a hopeless situation. Even though sometimes hope feels like some cheap magic trick the heart plays on the mind but I like to believe there is hope…
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Tales Of A Haunted Mind
Some days feel worse than others, every day feels different. Even the good days, it’s one intrusive thought after the next. It’s so hard to keep my mind from racing with so many different things, I would love for it to be silent sometimes. Over-thinking takes up so much space, it’s like there’s not much…
The Ramblings of the Hopeful Overthinker 