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How do you paint the colour of your soul? With an infinite palette of colours to choose from, would you be able to choose the exact right combination to reflect the truth about the life that burns inside of you? How do you embody that internal flame, so that the marks you make on the world are marks from the heart and …
We lived day by day, somehow expecting them to last forever, all the while knowing they never would. Throughout seemingly endless summers we made solemn promises, we didn’t know we couldn’t keep. We carved our footprints onto city pavements and sang aloud to songs that will never die. These songs… the soundtracks of our lives… …
Part Two At some point she began to question... Did she have more of a choice than she had realised? And if so... could she get her friend back? She felt like the movement from friend to fiend was something that happened rather than something she had chosen. Now she could see that, perhaps she …
What sorrow, that it has come to this. It’s more than I can bear and so far from anything I had imagined. For I had seen my future in your eyes. A glistening diamond in a distant light. I tried to run to it. To immerse myself in its radiant glow. Yet, I moved ponderously, …
She was awake. Awake in the dark. She longed to sleep... yet there she was... wide awake. Eyes open, in the dark black night. She wondered when it had gotten so dark. It seemed to have taken eternity while happening overnight. She rose hauntingly from the bed where she laid and moved toward the mosaic frame on the wall. Dreading …
The loosely folded note fell from her unzipped hand bag as they walked toward the car. She didn’t notice him pick it up. He should have returned it to her, but he put it in his pocket. He wished he hadn’t. His skin turned cold as he read the note. He could never unread those …
She used to take it everywhere. It wasn't even a thought to leave it behind. It was her friend in her times of need. Her jettison for emergency escapes. Her waterfall under intense heat. Her playmate... always. She couldn't imagine a life without it. Together, anything was possible. They were a fearless duo who didn't understand …
Nothing else matters. Nothing else has ever mattered. Only the desire to be free. The desire to be she. She longs to abandon the mould that's encased her spirit from the moment she took her first breath. The flimsy, transparent mould that is curiously so stubborn. Despite the cracks in its brittle shell, she is fully bound in …
The room was ambient during the night, but she had never liked it in the bright light of day. In the evening, under dimmed lights, the amber reflections made it feel warm and inviting. But, the brightness of the day revealed bare walls and emptiness. It was stark and stale. She hated it, because much …
I’m thinking about love today. I am always thinking about love, to be honest. But, what do I know about it, really? Not a lot. I just know I crave it. I know I know more than I used to because I’ve been forced to take a different view after a relentless onslaught of heartbreaks …
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