I posted 23 times in 2022
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#ok i should stop ranting - 1 post
#this post is making me even more apprehensive to dig into it but i still think i should - 1 post
#haven’t really went back to it for a while goddammit - 1 post
#3 weeks or so ago i wanted to finally learn sth about english poetry and read a few pages of some handbook - 1 post
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9 notes - Posted March 6, 2022
Late night thoughts from not long ago
Even after it seems to have healed
Grief is a wound that keeps opening
It's like living with a hole in the heart
Its existence may be forgotten from time to time
But when you turn your eye towards it
Mercilessly, it pulls you in
You may manage to ground yourself and quickly look away
But if you do take a peek
You see a glimpse of another time
A whiff of feelings from the past
But even if you follow the thread
There is nothing on its end
Cut off brutally and taken away
So you can only backtrack
And look away towards what's still there
But with a clouded vision for a moment
From the wound that keeps on opening
12 notes - Posted February 23, 2022
poets are so annoying, oh you think you can just barge into my place and grab a childhood memory I barely know of, sprinkle images for me to whiff like a starving addict, as I bite my tongue unable to sing along to the music I understand but don’t know lyrics for? get out
13 notes - Posted February 14, 2022
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16 notes - Posted January 20, 2022
I was leaving the doctor and an elderly lady entered the lift after me. I clicked the level 0 button, which flustered her; her hand twitched towards the buttons and hovered over level 1, and she asked, "mine is one, right?". Doubt instantly flowed into my eyebrows, because I think (but am not sure) that the rest of the building is filled with office spaces, but in my confusion I only managed to squeeze out "I... don't know?". She hesitated for a moment, then looked at me directly, "I want to go down?", so this time I answered with reassurance that it should be level 0 then. Her body relaxed visibly and her hand dropped, as she turned towards the door, apologizing and embarrassed, “I get easily confused and muddled”. I said “it’s okay”, but I don’t know if she heard me or not; her eyes fixed on the door and her face became solemn, as she kept quietly talking how it’s the age speaking and what it does to the mind. Her parting words were spoken in the tone which I can’t really pinpoint; on one hand firm and impassive, on the other with a tinge of powerless anger and sadness typical for the late stage of grieving something lost:
And that was our farewell.
I don’t fear years adding to my age; I treat life as experiences and growth, which can only keep increasing as we live longer. I do fear, however, the moment when my mind starts slipping too drastically and the body gives up beyond repair, my world falling apart while I am still alive and grasping at straws...
17 notes - Posted January 5, 2022
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