Category: Scribbles
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The limit of poetry
What is the limit of poetry? If the sound of water splashing triggers a memory about a day when you hurt me, and I am to write about it while you are still here next to me, laughing and breathing together, does this make you a bad person? What if the blocked memory hinders forgiveness,…
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Maybe one day I write a love poem for you
I wish I could write more poems for you, joyous ones, instead of clinging to negative emotions for inspiration.
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From 0 o’clock
Challenging the notion of wasting time, through a day full of work and insomnia. Despite my exhaustion, work prevails.
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I am sorry, but I have to forgive myself first
By the end of the day, I don’t think I have to apologize for just being who I truly am.
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I remember it was pink
Always be grateful for that one person who chose to stay, even after you told them you wanted to be alone and everyone else decided to just let you be.
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Have you ever?
Have you ever woken up wondering how an old friend is doing, and you rush to your social media to find out, only to realize you don’t know who you are trying to find? Not even the name, the face, the voice, or when and how you met and parted ways with them. And then…
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Freedom
A short note made after a visit to Don Antonio Blanco Museum. Ubud, Bali, December 23, 2015.
Paracosmic 