Tag: spilled thoughts
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End of 2022 | New Year 2023
2022 was like cryptic poetry. A stack of unopened boxes full of mystery. It started with intimately wrapped presents encased under pretty gift wrappers, opening to a delightful surprise at a new dawn. A series of firsts after the long lockdown and life began to restart after 3 years. Work came in full swing and…
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Lonely Thursdays
It was a lonely Thursday when I impulsively got on that plane to find myself. Soothe the trembling hands from a longing so unbearably painful, the noise from my throbbing chest so awfully loud. Is this how it is to love truly? To intentionally be blind from candied lies and dilated pride? Could I even…
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September musings
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3rd Quarter Musings
I think—no, I believe I haven’t written in a very loooong time. This pandemic has fvcked up my sleeping cycle, my body clock, my little to less routines, and totally drained out whatever is left of the creative ink circulating in my brain. I started this back last year if I’m not mistaken? And I…
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The Day Everything Changed
One full year isolated from friends and loved ones. One full year out of work, out of school. One full year of faces hidden behind a collection of masks. One full year of life as we know it, thrown into complete disarray. Exactly a year ago when the world went into a standstill, locked down…
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Grey and Yellow
2020 was life-changing, it was exceptionally challenging that I can’t even put in a good word. It was unremarkably heavy, a burdened weight unnecessarily shouldered for the past 10 months. Suddenly, everyone had to forego with comfortable, we did not have a choice and that was frustrating. Life had to hide behind the mask. Loss…
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Cliff glider
I never imagined getting affected by the flimsiest of things but here I am, a chaotic mess of sad, angry and feeling bad. Yes, I felt bad. It never crossed my mind that I would develop anxiety but the past 10 months of uncontrollable uncertainty has turned me into a silent wreck. Isolation and confinement…
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3am Thoughts
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Pain inspires
If there is one thing I have learned from the past four years, is that pain inspires me more than anything. I could never really write about love or happiness, I just normally suck at it. But pain–oh pain is the ink that fuels the rambling chaos inside my head which randomly spill onto blank…
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Vienna
This — because October’s almost over.
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Just some days.
Rarely. Just some days.
Density Runs 