Journal
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I don’t know where time goes. It’s just too hard to try and understand where all those moments end up. All those perfect, self-contained memories. Those fleeting scenes of harmony that are now lost like everything else. It’s a strange ride when you think about it. The here and now that passes us by when Read more
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There was an eclipse as I stood outside work pretending to water some dead flowers. Cloudy skies and people taking photographs on their phones. A rock of ages casting its shadow on me knowing the moment was already a memory. It was as if I were looking back from a time I had no Read more
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Hushed voices as her skeleton remains sacred. Trees that cover her like a blanket. Wrapped in natural horror, she dreams of being found yet they’ll never unearth the secrets she holds dear. Temporary pain not of interest to me. Only the glow of smiles as my teeth flash like those of the Cheshire Cat. Blow Read more
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The same faces. The same place. A drunken man falls into a pram. The mother too busy sucking on a cigarette not noticing as the drunk pukes all over her baby. Schoolgirls babbling as schoolboys make inane noises whilst throwing litter over dead flowers. Traffic stationary. Trees bending in the wind as somewhere far away Read more
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I told them I’ll be leaving at the end of April. Three and half years since I started working there. I couldn’t stand it any longer. Dead end jobs have been my forte. I mean, with writing being my main aspiration in life, the places I’ve worked haven’t bothered me that much, but there comes Read more
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See the world but don’t see yourself. Buried too deep within flesh and bone. Submerged in shadows like ink across the eyes. Days and weeks and months and years. Seasons fade. Not reborn just replayed. Sex dispels. It paints pictures that aren’t real. American hostages lined up by the side of a roadblock. Floating in Read more
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navigate a different path examine yourself judge yourself divorce yourself from reality know your birth lust the melancholy of where you come from the feral ways of future past fifty words to describe sadness several ways to walk in a straight line the only thing that ever changes is you the world stands still a Read more
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You put the bullet in the chamber like coffee in the pot. All those days spreading like cancer around swollen tongues. Shaken baby syndrome and nicotine stained fingers. A tiny violin on cute little wrists. Crimson kings and bandages suffering like a million victims of war. Blood on the dirty asphalt and tyre tracks leading Read more
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The shining light of faith. The unstoppable belief of a lover lost at sea holding a candle against the raging, invisible storm. Against everything we prevail. With our hearts on the line, we survive on the thinnest of margins. On thin ice we dance knowing that at any second the watery womb will take us Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 