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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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prose poem :3

Loudoun County, Virginia When I tutored after-school at INMED, I noticed that the mission statement on the organization’s website mentioned that you’d think many of the residents in Loudoun county and in Sterling are among the rich, the blessed, the fortunate, while looking at the outside reality, or the semi-reality. Tidy driveways, stone or brick…

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Once, I was alone Don’t give it control over you; don’t let it overpower you. It’s been 29 years. Here’s to another 29, this time filled with happiness, and contentment with what I can’t control, with what we can’t influence.  No more emptiness, no more translucent shapes materializing into the air. They were pinkish and…

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I’m ok. I’m ok. Not knowing when and where the joy will come. Maybe it’s here already.  Angels are singing already.  It’s in my heart, it shines off the copper earrings and bracelet I wear.  It’s all around me, and in me. I am air on certain days, fire in others;  earthy and rainy in…

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:3 poem 😛

Problems Their hands were signaling for help to get them out of their situation.  They often floated to the highest point  of the room—the ceiling—and observed,  from that vantage point.  Things didn’t look so bad from up there, but they ultimately knew their pain was circumstantial, and not a physical object  that one could remove,…

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