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Pinetrees will be the end of me.
OPENING ACT I. ACT I I float on words that don’t rhyme. On incoherent sentences. Fragmented meanings. I float past stories untold. Of how this place came to be. And why this life chose me. ACT II There is no sound. No voice and sense that can be made. From these lips. Sealed to protect Continue reading
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My dad manifested with such intention, he became the world.
Before he could share an inspirational reel, there was a time when my dad hid handwritten prayer notes in my closet. Before he could send me a YouTube link of an orchestra, my dad used to buy Yanni concert tapes and we would spend our week night way past school bedtime with eyes full of Continue reading
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I’d write, if only I had more time
If I had more time I don’t think I’d write more. As I usually say I would, if I had more time. In fact, I think I would write less. Precisely because I’d think that I have time. There would be no rush. No words to chase. Nothing to jot down out of fear that Continue reading
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