Monthly Archives: May 2015

Sleep of the Broken

With a finger he traced the fractures that spidered across the broken display of his iPhone. Broken, but still functional. Like him. The distorted reflection of his face twisted into a grimace. Putting the phone down he reached for the … Continue reading

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Why do you write?

Relying on the desire to write as the foundation to accomplish anything is in my case perhaps a little naive. Desire is a fickle and unpredictable thing, but it can also be a rush like no other. The desire to … Continue reading

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Exploration, Culture, Identity

Culture is something that fascinates me, whether it be the lack of a distinct culture or the more colourful ones. Personally, I find that most cultures have aspects I find beautiful or appealing. People all have something to say, after … Continue reading

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Anticipation

Have you ever felt, With conviction, That even though our lives trod on, As they are often prone to do, That there is something coming your way? Perhaps it is the rising winds, of a brewing storm, Heralds of catastrophe, … Continue reading

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Consciousness

I find myself wondering at times, At this state of mind, Awake, Conscious ~ But of what? How is it that falling asleep feels like waking up? Why do I dread waking up, And yet at the same time long … Continue reading

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Elusive words

I don’t think eloquence ever was the essence of my true voice. You know, the voice you give your thoughts before they’re formed on your tongue. The words were never the point, not by themselves. The voice with which I … Continue reading

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Fatigue

Whenever I get to a point, Where I stand at that familiar crossroads, I find myself drawn, Into the long hours of early morn. Sleep is not the Illusive mistress she often is made out to be, She is persistent, … Continue reading

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