Anxiety
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All I want is to be alone. Sunshine through the dirty blinds; a lack of oxygen watching American Psycho for the seventh time in a week. I am an exit, but deep inside I wish only to be beautiful. Self-preservation. Denial in the face of crowds. Illusionary conditions while drinking tea watching the morning… Read more
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It’s in the passage of time that passes invisibly. Sometimes, I want to hold you close and say it’ll be forever; only there’s too much junk keeping us apart. The words do their best to pick me up, yet it’s so easy to revert inwards and not feel a thing. I change my mind;… Read more
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Your country is the night, and I’m just a stranger on foreign shores. Those underpasses and the taste of electricity on your neck; they make me shake with rage. Fantasies about the times when pleasure and love were all there ever was. Serenade them as if they were the sun, just make sure never… Read more
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3 am. Bodies in flight. Stomach ulcers and the look on your face without make-up. Lifting up your shirt I slide off your bra as if it were made of leaves. There are certain things a man needs to do, even if he has no idea why he does them. Chemicals to bring us… Read more
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Writing not to escape, but to confront. Words to rub salt into open wounds. Beauty in the haunting revelations that trickle out like blood from a cut wrist. Don’t pout. Don’t look for admiration. This mess we call living is neither admirable nor charming. We are not victims. We are not survivors. Existence is… Read more
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When everything falls apart, the world stands still. The moment when the precious nature of life is laid bare; there’s nothing we can do but fall as they do. Hold close the ones you love, and never let them go. Cling to those who move you, and promise me there will never be a… Read more
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They say they mean it, but offer them a way out and they’ll surely take it. They say they believe in love, yet look at how easy it is for them to fall into the arms of another. Such wonders to be found in the glory of chaos. Such bewilderment in simply being. Yet… Read more
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Sacred sighs, lost in a sea of time. Bodies and souls, from a world before the fall. Original sin passed from beast to man then back again. Melancholy makes us feel real. It keeps us from becoming machines. A true state, not tainted by cheap glitter or modern progress. The progress of eradicating passion and madness.… Read more
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All those tiny memories. Those fleeting pieces of a puzzle we gave up on long ago. We are prisoners to our feelings, and it’s something quite beautiful and something quite sad. Time gets behind us, and stretches further than we dare imagine, yet it’s never there when you need it most. So many plans… Read more
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An intake of cold breath and the distance between our hips is reduced. Shapes that move beneath your dress. The steam from my mouth; how it covers every inch of what I desire most. More than a woman yet these hands know only lust. Sometimes, pleasure gets the better of personality, and it shames me always.… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 