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Phase
I think I’m escaping. Like I’m sinking into distractions. Feeling the pervasive dwindle of my connection to reality. Understanding that existence takes many stages. Transitions and tipping points. Phases. I am phasing. I want this to feel like the movies feel. A cinematic romance to growing pains. Like the girl cutting her hair and starting…
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Do I love you or Do I want to be you?
Do I love you or do I want to be you? That is the question I’m left with. As I transition my space back into my own.. Doing the laundry and setting calendar reminders–I wonder if I know what love is. All those identifiers. The mounds of characteristics I placed on to you. On our…
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What Then?
Would I be nicer if I got everything I wanted? Would I be happier if I lived the life I planned? Would I feel less chaotic? Would I treat the world differently? What if I didn’t recognize my mid twenties as the end? If comparison meant striving for more than my childhood dreams that seem…
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Beautiful
You can only think that I am beautiful. Don’t you get that? Don’t you remember when you told me that I am? Told me that you want me. That I am the most beautiful in the world. So how can you think she is pretty? That girl? Those people? Or that woman in the picture…
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Smooth
Smooth Like working up the courage just to blow it. Like presenting what you know and learning more. Smooth Like the skin of a woman who’s early lessons dealt with appearance and sensation. Like a plea to an authoritative power that needs intervention. Smooth Like a moment in time where everything feels possible. Like dark…

