prose
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I’m Not a Man-Shamer…
If anything, I’m anything but that. But when a man tells me I shouldn’t pursue writing because he wanted to be a journalist once and ended up in lumber sales, I purse my lips. Maybe, at first, that meant something to me. Maybe, just maybe, I questioned myself a bit. It…
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Today is the darkest day of the year
And I made it, I promise I did. Today is a day of reflection and going inward. This whole month is. And now that I think about it, I haven’t done much journaling yet, I have a whole article to write in the next couple of days, a job to…
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Where does time go when there’s none to exist?
I watched a canopy of yellow smog slowly make it’s way over my city this morning and it hasn’t left since. Under the amber light of the sun forcing it’s way through, I continued with my day in motion and production. I eventually found my way home through the dust…
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What am I to do on a day like today?
Overwhelmed by the faint nothingness that sits in the silence of this day; what am I to do than to think about love. Our humane facets bring us together for a reason of survival and yet, what is it that makes one fall in love? What makes one say such…