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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Do you know what it’s like to live in between the lines of a blank page? The vastness swallows you whole, but your essence is whatever you desire it to be. You can morph this page into anything of your choosing, Sail from line to line, fine tuning the details of your story. This page,…
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What am I if not a collection of scars? Of scrapes, wounds, and tissue. An encasement that has been battered and thrown against the wind. All so that it would ease the pain felt by the soul within. Were we not taught to roll as we fall to lessen the breaks and bruises? Pin pricks…
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I’m too black to be a Dominican Writer. My soul doesn’t just sing bachatas, it also sings the blues – no autotune. I’m too inspired by Langston Hughes and the shadows of Harlem, but I’ve also lain in bed with el massacre se pasa a pie and Salome Ureña. And somehow, the American overshadows the…
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A Dance with the Devil, a Date with Death I have never been afraid of death. Wary of it, yes But curious, nonetheless. And I guess curiosity might finally kill the cat. Only this time, satisfaction can’t bring it back. Is it wrong that there is a part of me too loud to ignore that…
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Have you convened with demons? Allowed the taint in your soul to infiltrate the dark corners of your sacred spaces. Have you been lulled to sleep by creatures of your imagination? Or stayed awake, entertaining false conversations. To be consumed by memories, because it serves you none to regret. But you can quite live right…
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Today I dressed up my depression as happiness, until it truly became that. Until I was wearing an old skin that I wasn’t sure still fit, and it did. It stuck to me like giggles caught in my throat A smile bloomed in disbelief but nurtured in warmth, my cheeks frozen in place with a…
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It’s just that, Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning. Like, I want to dip my toes in the ocean on a hot summer day, But as soon as they touch the water A hurricane of wind and rain sweeps me away. Most of the time, I’m spinning. Being hurled around and around, Fighting against the…
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The small things, Turning the pages of a book, The inspiration of a sunset as seen from a high rise, Surprise visits and a forehead kiss, My heart warms at the melted muscle memory of this. The fleeting things, Snow days and sleeping in, Milky, sugar frosted cereal, and cartoons, The soft whisperings of the…
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