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Skype Call

We talked on skype which was quite nice although it really wasn’t the same. it made me realise you’ll visit but you’ll never quite be back. and we’re doing good things and growing into adulthood’s big shoes, but all the world is sand and every situation rushes through my fingers and from my grasp. you…… Continue reading Skype Call

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Not a Business Person

I say ‘sitting, looking at a blank page and waiting for inspiration doesn’t work’. And I believe it, even though I still do it. You just have to get something, anything, down. The first thing that comes to mind. That’s what I’m doing. I probably don’t need to explain myself every time. People know what’s…… Continue reading Not a Business Person

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A Stone Staircase

If the world isn’t flat, maybe it has steps and if everyone is making their way up and down the steps then one person’s triumphant step up is another’s stumble down. so when a person trips, and slides to their rock bottom, it may be higher or lower than another’s rock bottom. one person’s suffering…… Continue reading A Stone Staircase

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Eclectic Electric

Sailing over a bitumen ocean, caught by a wind, the world whips by and whispers as I cut through. Each passed house long asleep, a gentle piano tune is carrying heartbreak in script, volume loud enough to sing along to and pretend the stars a stadium, full, above my windscreen. The sky lights, illuminating each…… Continue reading Eclectic Electric

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Don’t Drink Poison

Something about getting older is finding more dimension to your personality. You twine ideas into opinions and build morals which ultimately shape you as a person. Eventually, every person establishes a personal philosophy by which they pass through their days, whether aware of it or not. With this thought on my mind, I’ve been trying…… Continue reading Don’t Drink Poison

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Advice: The Good and The Bad

In motivation, my mum once said to me, “Eventually, you’ll figure out that nothing reeeeally matters.” Take it with a grain of salt. When faced with a decision, there’s immediately a form of inherent pressure to make the right decision. Asking for somebody else’s advice passes away a little bit of responsibility from ourselves. It…… Continue reading Advice: The Good and The Bad

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Night Owl, Early Bird

When your to do list yearns to see the sun wake the world and feel the crisp chill of the morning air, and simultaneously aches to skip to the star strewn late night sky, driving into a dark horizon with the windows down, you face the decision between a late night and an early start.…… Continue reading Night Owl, Early Bird

Stream of Consciousness

Dear Subconscious,

I don’t know where to start. I don’t know what to say that might be profound or interesting or useful. And now I wonder, does it have to be? Interest emerges from nothing, sometimes, and you don’t need to try. Or else, it’ll be boring, and you’ll waste your time reading. Is there any wasted…… Continue reading Dear Subconscious,