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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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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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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I’ve never been involved in politics, because I’m not political. I’ve never been involved in academia, because I’m not academic. I’m not anything, in fact. I like creative writing, art/illustration, videography, and photography, and I’m gonna try to focus on these areas while I work day jobs. It’s funny, ‘cause I don’t really feel that…
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Sometimes I wish I had a real cause or movement that I can grasp onto and turn to for purpose and concrete meaningfulness. I mean I feel I have spirituality and the idea of god; and I have visual art, and literature. (I consume a lot of books, and I like to look at drawings…
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Why do I feel I need emotional comfort and security? I had almost died of loneliness one time in 2015, when I was alone in my family’s townhouse for about three weeks—my sibling and mother had went overseas to the UAE, where dad was working at the time; it was something of a necessary trip…
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Bodies of Water Bodies of water are blueish-green, clear blue, dark blue holy sites. But is there enough purpose and meaning in that? A body of water trapped in an indifferent universe must justify its own existence, just like a self-conscious sacred spot must ask itself “why am I here?” Being a refuge for others…
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Creative Writing 4745/The Sentence: Strategies For Writing. Final Essay/Project. 12/15/2021. College, Career Trajectory: The Concentrated Elements of My Likes And Interests. I’m Trying To Attain An Undiluted Formula; One Not Diluted With Unessential Or Weakening Agents Which Will Reduce Its Potency. I don’t get the third chapter of my math textbook, and it’s frustrating because…
Read Morec: long prose poem/third-person essay. 🛐🏵💔 actually, this might be just a stream-of-consciousness journal entry that’s written in the third person. (third person, past tense.) i think this can be described as a vignette or a lyric essay, too.
She felt that the difficulties in her life could never have been avoided, really; that it was just something that had happened, that had happened very forcefully and almost authoritatively (violently), and that there was absolutely no stopping of it, at all. This realization gave her a lot of peace of mind and enough resolve…
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