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These questions difficult are to answer for me and my bipolar mind: “Why am I like I am?” “What do I want?” and “If there was one thing you could change, what would it be?”. I want people to ask themselves those questions. Then ask their shoes; their hands and their pens. I want them…
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[Written: 2025-02-28] I Wonder – about life – an attempt to understand why things are as they are. I wonder if we made it to Heaven. Where all the answers of the unknowable were revealed. Where we could individually create our own dream worlds with immortality. I wonder if in that place the most exciting,…
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The Fast Man is a short story and a poem of sorts. It explains in my own way how lost I can feel just living day to day. The biggest thing I think any imaginative child could dream of becoming is God like. But, the problem of the rest of the world chasing you is…
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[Written: 2025-03-05] I dreamt I had died last night, As I sped into the darkness I did not feel fright. Until I got trapped in Death’s eye sight, Feeling crushed by the unrelenting grip of his minds eye. Then I heard a voice and saw a bright light, The voice I knew as God said…
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[Written: 2025-02-25] This is a short writing to pay tribute to women on International Women’s Day. I aim to depict the elusive pull that women command. I feel lost in the awe of her. I swear she could be a shape shifting goddess, where every single strand of her hair uncountable lengths of flowing hair…