Reflections
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You’ve got the money, but I’ve got the soul. Ain’t no romance in plastic culture. Ain’t no birth in sedated smiles. Creation swirls in the eyes of autumn lovers. Gothic women, and bearded machines. Too many dust filled relics of dead end visions. Life as magic, not tasks performed for dollars and cents. Trapdoors and Read more
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I’m looking out the window feeling the hand of death upon my shoulder, and it wants me to see how thin the line is between life and unbecoming. Gripped by an acute sense of fear, there’s nothing I can do. Paralysed by the visions that play out before my eyes, the endless darkness, it’s right Read more
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All those boring fuckers. Y’know, the ones chained to rules and designs. The ones who surrender themselves to routines; to the happiness portrayed in dreary magazines. The cult of celebrity. Faces in the crowd, so painfully anonymous and happy in slavery. I too am a slave, yet I am not happy. I use words Read more
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Take me by the hand, and show me something else. Lead me away from the mundane. Let me turn my back on the masses, and be free from their clutches. Don’t talk to me about love. Love is cheap and second hand. It’s a chemical reaction, and we cling to it with blind obedience. Read more
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Drinking tea and cold sunshine, the Facebook memory informed me that it had been five years since Sarah and I had laid little Bethany to rest. As others sat around in the smoking shelter at work, their conversations drifted over my head as I looked down at the words written on that secret morning so Read more
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Under a grey sky with clouds so suffocating, the scent of cigarette smoke rises unseen. So dirty and familiar, it calls my name. Rain falling heavy. People rushing back and forth. It’s romantic and sad at the same time. Melancholy, a feeling only the lonely will ever know. The birds fly but are never free, Read more
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In the humdrum hours when the faces around me become wallpaper, there’s little to get excited about. The banality of other souls; when the sex on display is nothing more than cheap glitter. It weighs heavy on my heart that the things that give others pleasure make me feel nothing but alienated. The drives and Read more
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There’s no way of telling how many demons are at war, for beyond kindness, a man can be utterly consumed by despair. Despite the love you feel, to exist can be too much. Got to get out. Can’t keep on walking the thin line between heaven and hell anymore. Each day dissolving, swirling in the Read more
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My father’s illness worries me deeply, but what can I do except talk to him and make him feel loved. That’s all anyone wants really, regardless of whether or not they’re suffering from cancer. To have someone tell them how much they mean to them, and never to take them for granted. I do Read more
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In the moments that follow, my mind is elsewhere. In the months and years of uncertainty, sometimes you just can’t seem to find yourself. That youthful mind. That lucid voice. They were always somewhat lacking, and dulled into submission. As time passes, you lose sight of what you are. The magic that once made you Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 