I made some chicken salad for lunch, today. I poured some store-bought raspberry vinaigrette dressing over it. I drank a cup of tea with milk, afterwards. I also picked my mom up from Walmart where she was doing some grocery shopping; we drove home and I put the groceries away in the kitchen. ~ My…
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I don’t really understand most things in life. It was hard to simply make it this far. No one knows why anything happens. I hope things go much better in the future. I get paralyzed by negative emotions; fear, worry, anger, indignation. Most of what I do or say will hardly matter 100 years from…
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I don’t understand why certain things happened, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. Life is suffering. I tend to suspect that certain rumors and fabrications about me have circulated around, and that most listeners or bystanders have believed them. Job is my patron saint, yellow is my favorite color, god is my witness. I don’t…
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elements, essential substances Spending my waking hours on my daily chores and errands gives me a certain clarity and purpose. I spent eight years getting through college. I don’t know why I didn’t just drop out halfway and look for greener pastures, something more hands-on, something more fulfilling for me. I’m often impulsive, but I…
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I shouldn’t have stressed about it so much. Nothing even matters, I should stop my obsession. | I’m actually putting together a poetry collection, a collection of poems, prose poems, vignettes, and micro-essays that I’ve written over the years. I started writing seriously during my sophomore year of college, I think; at age 20 or…
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We’re the last ones left, you and me—the ones who aren’t about drama. I thought I left the drama in high school, in college, in petty circles at my faith group in my neighborhood—my temple, my mosque and faith-based community. But no; drama is everywhere, you can’t avoid it. As long as there are people,…
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You didn’t know it would be so difficult; everything in your life has to be done by you, almost. You’re consumed by fear, anxiety, paranoia, depression. Music, poetry, and mindfulness meditation make it better, it gives you a new perspective. You couldn’t really understand why things happened the way they did. The dots do connect…
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Like a mouse running on a wheel, you don’t know why you’re not getting anywhere. You run harder and faster; it gets maniacal. Every so often you get depressed and fed up, so you take a break, a breather; you stop running and rest for a while. You guess that that’s the way it is,…
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It’s always there Loneliness is a large bowl of yellow custard that you have no one to share with. Cooked and topped with cinnamon, served with black tea and honey. Decadent and dense with caloric value, it’ll settle in one belly, instead of two or three. * No one is themselves lately; we might be…
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I think I recently realized why I can’t be a graphic designer, videographer, photographer, or anything like that as my day job. Quite simply; I like those types of things too much. I can’t do them as my day job, as my career. They’ll remain passion projects; I couldn’t do them as my line of…
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