Monthly Archives: August 2018

I Wonder What You Are Doing Right Now

Without you here, I’m in the verge of desolation. Missing you is missing the previous days we were together. Distance can hurt us when we are quiet from each other. But I wonder what you are doing right now, if … Continue reading

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When Death Becomes Pretty

The longer I close my eyes, the more I see the silver dots. I feel transported to a world where the only person is me, the only sound I hear is my own heavy breathing. Where pain resides outside, where … Continue reading

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We Mean Not To Hurt Each Other

Leaving or leaving not. This distance, this proximity, too far, too unreachable. Our hands can’t feel the skins of us. Leaving is the separation we have. Missing, we misunderstood our own circumstance. Talk, and we listen to each other. We … Continue reading

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The Way It Is

It is the way you’ve got me. It is the way we turned this way. It is the way of unexpected hours. The way when I first saw you. The way when we spent some time. The way when we … Continue reading

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The Quiet Self Is Just The Normal

This walk, this brisk. These feet, and the mind that talks on and on without anyone listening but I. I do. I did. I still can sleep. Exhausted bones, the eyes grow weary all day. Frozen from the subconscious saga … Continue reading

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