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Outside Looking Out

Living apparitions on the edge of a dream, here, but not gone, somewhere in-between. Walking an edge cutting off their dreams, knowing society has no room at the acceptance inn. Unfinished lives striving to become aware, different, outside looking out, … Continue reading

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Ink

Tomorrow place, forever land, a world of ink meant for pages, trauma transformed in meditation, what was once pain at last a hurt that passes through, a wound repurposed. Not a past rewritten, but a new perspective, tales for hearts … Continue reading

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Caught Between

Push and pull, caught in the middle, growing up too fast and not growing up at all. She wanted to hide, to cry in silence. She wanted to scream, let them know why. It made no sense wanting to die, … Continue reading

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Potentiality

See you, see in. Seeing yourself is where you begin. To discover, open your eyes, see strengths and weaknesses, possibilities, and lies. All of you is who you are, you’re potentiality. In your pursuit of self-honesty you’ll become what the … Continue reading

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Fabric

Peace. Clock ticking. A stranger clears his throat. Cars pass by. A plane overhead. Clouds, wind-borne, flee twilights end. Incense. Evening tea. Candle casting shadows. The flame gives light, the gesture genuine, not fake. All woven, a fabric, stronger in … Continue reading

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A Healthy Society

Live. Let live. Embrace and nourish. Release and flourish. Reap and sow. Learn and grow. Teach and distribute. Collaborate and contribute. Give and prosper. Give and give some more. A gift is what it is. The pursuit of happiness. A … Continue reading

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Epicenters

She was awkward in turn, cold with chilling thoughts on a mild night. Lying on fallen needles, they’d lost their sense of purpose. The stars overhead rotated. Everywhere she went she was the epicenter, except when others were present. Then … Continue reading

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