Hypergraphia Chronicles
For the longest time, I thought I was the moon. But what if I am the sun instead? Instead of the shadows, what if I am the light that banishes them? If I were to reframe my world in light instead of darkness, what would it be? Who would I become?
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As I sit here, dripping wet with monotony, I wonder, is there more than just this?Is there?More than hands on a clock, more than sand in an hourglass, is there more?More than hoping this too shall pass, pass onto what? I question myself until I’m passed out on the floor.I cannot fathom that this is…
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I’ve been searching for home for as long as I can remember. In people and in places, even in the most intangible of things. But, what I’ve come to realize is that home has always been with me. I wipe it from my eyes every morning, and lay with it in my arms every night.…
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The desire to be loved lives within us all. To be wanted, accepted, understood. And how many of us ever find that love? Ever think we are in it until we realize that the one, was just another one. Have you ever thought maybe we’re looking in the wrong places? The wrong nooks, crannies, and…
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I tried runningBut every time I fell down it caught up to me.So, I started walking.Now, most days, it holds my hand.And sometimes I don’t mindBecause when you’re busy you don’t feel anxious…Until you’re not busy anymore.So, I took to setting consonants on fire.A J today, and maybe an L tomorrowInhaling what feels like wind…
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You ever been so uncomfortable your skin crawled? Your eyes well up with tears that threaten to fall. And still, you don’t allow them. You out here still being considerate of mfs who don’t give two shits about you and your comfort. But you can’t bring yourself to be loud and take up the space…
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Thank you, mom. Thank you for having me, for carrying me and nurturing me before I ever set foot outside your womb. For loving me and teaching me and yelling at me. Thank you for chasing after me, for never letting go or giving up.. Thank you for existing, I would be nothing, not even…
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Every time I write to you it seems as if the circle has gotten smaller and smaller. Yet the love in my heart is unchanged. See the present maybe be barreling towards the future at an unfathomable rate. But it’s taken my heart and my mind quite some time to catch up. It has become…
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Silence is nothing more that the absence of sound. Death is nothing more than the absence of life. And what is life, if not sound, feeling, seeing. What is life if not tasting, yearning, ongoing. Because even in death we do not end. Donde hubo fuego, cenizas quedan, Where there was once love, an…
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