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Bug
There is this millennia old analogy usually drawn only by old romanticists. The analogy of bugs. Let me explain. It goes — when I’m dead, and buried deep under ground, what will the bugs eating my brain experience? When I’m buried dead 10 feet underground and the bugs are eating my brain, they will get…
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Immortal
Most of my days are filled with reading. I tend to pick up books around the house, letting go of any order, any goal, or a page count I’m willing to accomplish. I always did the same as a child. I would go to a friend’s house, ask his older siblings for any of their…
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Empty Pt.2
I read a lot today. Something caught my eye, and I began thinking about it. The human hand has 27 bones. I looked at my hand and smirked, strangely. The human hand has 27 bones, and each of mine misses each of yours. It’s such a simple yet beautiful feeling. Your hand is mine. When…
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Medicine
For a sick person like me, she is the medicine. The medicine in the form of water, when we’re sitting in front of the ocean, together. The medicine in the form of breath, her slow, deep breaths turning into sleep in my arms. The medicine in the form of silence, when we are talking through…
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Happy Birthday, Little one.
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