rain and wind.
dewdrops on tulips.
drops of rain
on window panes.
reflection in mirrors,
in puddles, in hearts.
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January
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- "LOVE"
- VANITY
- TONES OF SEPIA.
- MEANINGLESS GIBBERISH
- AFTERNOON TALKS.
- MOTHER-DAUGHTER BRUNCH.
- TICK TOCK.
- THE TRAPPED CIRCUS IN MY MIND
- SCRIBBLES.
- RAINY DAYS.
- SOME INSPIRATION ON A LAZY AFTERNOON.
- WHO'S GONNA SAVE MY SOUL NOW?
- À LA FOLIE... PAS DU TOUT
- ...BECAUSE I AM AN EMOTIONAL BEING.
- THE ODD COUPLE.
- THEN MY HUNGER TURNS INTO GREED...
- THAT'S WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'VE FOUND SOMEONE SPECIAL
- DROWNING IN A WHIRPOOL OF CONFUSION
- I NEED TO DO THIS MY WAY.
- I LIKE THE ODD, THE STRANGE, AND THE DISTURBED.
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January
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HELLO, HOW DO YOU DO?
My writing is painting with letters. It reflects the thoughts fluttering throughout my body. It is a mirror image of my frantic and hurried soul searches. It is what I feel today, what I want to feel tomorrow. It is my search for the truth, for true love, for the realities of life hidden in layers of lies. It is nothing but what I feel in the moment--the laughters, the joys, the cries, the fears and most of all, the moments of pure peace.
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