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KEEP YOUR TRUTH

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I PREFER THIS OVER

I PREFER THIS OVER

Sometimes I can feel the magnitude of my loneliness within the interactions I have daily. I imagine my moments with such intensity that my dreams evolve into unrealistic expectation. What was it that was said, what action-re-action, what was the moment you knew. Or worse, oblivion. Someone should have told me.

(I hope that wasn’t love)

LIKE WORLDS IN MOMENTS

LIKE WORLDS IN MOMENTS

I am talking myself into understanding what it is you’re talking yourself out of. I feel as if I am in a constant state of kicking down my walls of good judgment, leaping forward into a river I expect to be hot and feeling shocked at the touch of frigid water to my skin. Perhaps it is the act of kicking and jumping that I truly desire and you are just a reason too. But I think of the quite literal heart reaction I feel at the excitement of this routine and I panic at the loss of it. Its a connection of two worlds so similar and then without effort these world dance flawlessly before returning to their usual orbit.

WHITE HOPES

WHITE HOPES

“Hope has eyes for eyes for you”

-Unknown

“BEFORE WE KNEW HOW TO LEAVE EACH OTHER”

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Inspiration Sabrina Ward Harrison