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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“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow It’s not so much that grief cannot speak, its moreso that all it does is scream. So much so that I’ve learned to block it out, Allowing the days to drown it in monotony and routine. But then there are the…
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“I will have had to remember you, longer than I have known you.” C.C. Aurel That notion alone makes me immeasurably sad.Can you imagine the weight of having to carry you with me?Knowing you once existed but no longer exist.But that’s not true either, is it?You exist in me, in my heart and in my…
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I am hurt. I am angry. I am afraid.The impotence running through my veins is hereditary and I want to be the last generation to carry those genes.I am hurt, why is no one listening? Why do I have to cry, scream and break things.Listen to me, I am angry.The blood of people who look…
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Read me.I want you to inhale every one of my figurative details.Hold a sensory image in your brain of what I look like.Let my pages describe what I feel like, and what happens when I skim you.When, my eyes devour your chapters in seconds. Pick me. Lift me off the shelf and bore your eyes…
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Free of pain, the easing of grief, the alleviation of distress. I yearn for the comfort I once knew. The tilt of a smile, the tickle of a laugh, the thunder of peace as it washes over you. There was a time that comfort was so much more than a rainstorm, the sand between your…
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You ever stop to wonder what it is you’re praying to? If God is actually a little elf in the sky, collecting prayers like post it notes, selecting the ones to answer by throwing darts while blindfolded and hope that it’s nothing they promised not to do, like curing world hunger… I do, all the…
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