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Accepting Change
Change either drifts into your life like a morning breeze – rustling the grass and leaves at your feet – or sweeps in like a relentless typhoon. Destroying everything in its path, leaving you in the midst of hapless desolation to find some semblance of starting anew. We can’t escape change; neither can we control… Continue reading
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Embrace
~She was beautiful in the light’s exposure. There had been no need to hide in darkness’ shadow.~ She loved the darkness for its clandestine intimacy, tucking her close in thick, obsidian sheets. It accepted her as she was, brushing over her imperfections with a cool fondness. Cocooned her from insecurity’s damning glare, blanketing her vulnerabilities.… Continue reading
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The Rain
The rain appeared – A demure damsel with Light and dainty steps She shuddered nervously Hesitant to Join nature’s quiet play For she was always too exuberant But the trees beckoned her The birds chirped her favorite song And soon she was Caught up In her own pattering melody She let loose her Silvery skirts… Continue reading
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Keeping Secrets
Can you keep a secret? ~ At first glance, she knew something was off about him. Knew? No. In retrospect, she had only assumed he wasn’t normal. He looked the part of an average human with his brown eyes, small nose, and thin lips. He acted like any other person, but there was something too… Continue reading
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The Love of Writing
We write to share our hearts. We write to comfort. We write to give life to the impossible. -N.W. Why do you write? For many of us, writing is a cathartic escape. We run to the sanctum of white pages, where we shamelessly graffiti each wall in the melancholic greys and blues of our heartaches… Continue reading
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Love Lost
Love is tainted by the impurity of selfishness.-N.W She was pampered in the glow of self-love and it seemed the earth cherished her too. The sun often greeted her with kisses on the cheeks and the wind lovingly stroked the brown tresses down her back. At nights, the moon cascaded her in its pearlescent hue… Continue reading
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New Beginnings
Sharing my writing with others is so daunting because of its intimate nature. I undress myself to you: my insecurities, fears, hopes, and dreams. I can only wish whomever I share it with never takes it lightly, nor shamelessly pokes at my vulnerabilities. N.W. I’ve balked at this countless times. As if intimidated by this… Continue reading
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