Tag: bloganuary
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Blurry Memories
Blizzard road. Red lights paving the way. Pretending to be asleep when we park outside the house. Papa carries my limp body to bed. He smells like cigarettes, pine, and honey…
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Writing Freely From the Heart
At dusk, when the neighbors’ lights turn on, you can hear football in the living room and smell dinner on the table. They’re laughing about something you’ll never know, but it feels like you’re there. I take comfort in walking past the intimate moments of someone else’s life. It’s like I’m home even when I…
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look at the stars…
I’ve always been enamored with the sky. I’ve looked up to the stars and to the moon for answers in moments of crisis and felt held by the infiniteness of our universe more times than I can count. I think of the stars as a reminder of how connected we are to something far greater…
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Willow Tree
I’m all hair and moodiness like a willow tree. With deep roots known for their toughness and tenacity to live, I’m still standing. I remember the first time I ever saw a weeping willow. I must’ve been five years old. I thought those long tangled branches could open like a curtain into a magic portal…
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For My Eyes
When I close the blinds and prying eyes don’t look inside an ease of my strokes is much easier to find…
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Never Alone
don’t fear quiet and wish for filled spaces. your head doesn’t have to be hell if you use it well. solitude can be solace, emptiness whole. in the presence of everything you’re never alone…
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Let Go
“There’s beauty in the breakdown.” From the time I was about ten years old, Imogen Heap’s lyrics have taken life’s most difficult concepts and translated them in a way that makes sense. The quote above is from an electronic group called Frou Frou, and I listened to every song in their “Details” album until they…
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Pear Tree
When time travel comes to mind, I think of moments I’d return to rather than specific dates. I would try on feelings and memories again like an old pair of pants that haven’t fit for many years. Maybe I’d return to when I used to pick pears from the tree that towered over my yard,…