Lucid
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For some, a simple love is never enough. For the many, however, it’s all they’ll ever need. The words that blow through the open window offer a million different meanings for the same thing. The things I cling to are made of sand. The connections that have shaped my life—the visions that have guided my Read more
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Waking from my nap, I ventured into bright, blinding sunshine. The light washed over me, illuminating with immaculate clarity the full extent of the ink that floats across my eyes. It was biblical. The town was like a dream. No shadows, just miles of flat, sparkling land, rolling into the ocean. In my head, the Read more
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Last night, I dreamt about one of the dogs. Little Darcy. Somehow, she’d become trapped beneath the floorboards of the old house. It’s been six months since I moved out. How did that happen? Feels like six days. Her desperate cries rattled through my sleeping brain, and no matter how much I tried to find Read more
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The black hole at the centre of the universe blinked at me from my phone first thing in the morning. At 4am, it beckoned all seductive like. The breath in my lungs was nowhere. I thought about not moving. Calling in sick and vegetating in bed for the day, crippled by the fear of collapsing Read more
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There was a time when the time before this slipped out to sea. Now it laps my feet, tickling my toes and inviting me to lose my mind. To ruminate. To obsess. To become one with the shadows that caress these bones that were once smaller than atoms. Sometime, in the murky future, I’ll drift Read more
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We’re all victims of our time, which is why I try my hardest to deny mine. More than anything, I long to live in the belly of a mountain. Don’t want any friends. Don’t want any fingers lifting the lid of my pot. My pot is my own. Keep your grubby hands off. I’m no Read more
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The days that touch my soul are the wasted ones. Those with their eerie silences at three in the morning as I’m unable to sleep in this unbearable heat, the nights of summer reminding me of what it’s like to live in the heart of another. Sometimes I forget. Life has a habit of slipping Read more
