March 2012
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February 2012
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I keep finding myself day dreaming about university next year, and relearning all the little letters of the other language that I adore. I am elated for the fact when I will think of a word in English and not spend ten minutes staring at the paper, hoping for its Arabic cousin to form in my hippocampus. I want to be able to recall words rather than recognize them. I want to be able to write...
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If there was something I could slip into your hands for my final words to you for forever (or maybe a while because we have spoken for that allotted amount of time), it would read Thank you for loving me as much as an Ocean like you could love the Sun when we were sixteen. Thank you for loving me endlessly for months on end. Thank you for letting me love you as much as Galileo must have loved the...
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My father told me to not fill my heart with rage instead of love even though it is very easy. Love on, live easy. I may end up living in Eastern Market with my girl, and going to buy apples and cider and strawberries and pizza in the middle of Winter with her. Elation is what the future brings. I must embrace injustice as an inevitable companion throughout life,and let the little things be...
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imfeelingdirectionlessyes asked me: write about the bliss of ignorance but the nowness of knowing that we are destroying our earth and crying for it as though it was a lost lover.
This afternoon when I was checking out of my favourite secondhand bookstore with Lolita, The Passion and The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man secured underneath my arm, I heard a crackle in the radio signal as...
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Anonymous: In my greatest dreams, my life will consist of…
my self, happy and in bliss, most days. I will have a little Home with my wife (whose hair will be long and flowing in the summer), and I will write love letters to her every single morning that she is breathing out the first poem I placed on her mouth when we kissed for the first time. She will bend like light does, omnipresent. We...
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I realised a few moments ago that I do not write better when I am in love; I have put this pain into writing, into the essence of the definition of the word hope, like a dear friend suggested. I am hoping on all the star clusters, the small things, and in strangers’ smiles that I will fall in love again. I am becoming my own muse; the way my hip bones hurt in the morning, a new little vein in my...
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Anonymous asked me to: marvel at the fact that there are 7 billion people in the world
Sputnik shares the fact that the Earth is covered with lights at night when souls are asleep in New York City, in Paris, in Rome, in London, and in all places that people inhabit. There are more children laughing in the streets, playing football with dust collected at the spaces in between their toes. There are...
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cartographe asked: Tell me a story about something you broke.
When I was younger, I often found embers caught in the neuron clusters of my amygdala, smoldering a sense of anger at my self. I was horrified at my inability to be normal - to be able to fall in love with a boy, to do simple mathematics, to write a good stanza, to not cry at every single little thing that made me nervous. I drew...
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