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I will not keep these letters you wrote
or the pictures you took of my home
you will not remain in my memory
or in corners where thoughts will roam

you will not be in my heart
you will not be in my mind
you will not be saved
for reminiscence’s plunder to find

probable was a young man who liked girls. one day, he met a girl and her name was predictable. they went gambling in Vegas. won a million bucks. rode giraffe into new york. and then ate ice cream with the statue of liberty. (my sister’s attempt)

Ah, in a lifetime we all search for many things. We lie. Try to tell the truth. Hurt. Try to heal. We plunder and hunt for something to ground us in ourselves. Validation and happiness. And we do it against all odds. Against all probability that what we search for is not something that can [...]

bungee jumping, locking those eyes somewhere that is not down. Funny how most people want freedom so badly. They don’t want to be told anything, but their desires are always formed from the “thou shalt not” but most people regard freedom, subconsciously, intrinsically, like the bungee jumper regards his harness and ropes. Escape is the [...]

There were so many of us, at first. Going to movies, hanging out after school. Time is at fault, I guess, for the gradual dwindling. There were five. Then two left for college. That leaves three. One got married. One committed suicide. And here I am. Might as well be none.

There are roads to many ends. And ends to many roads.
But I’ll never know those ends, I think.
You don’t have any ends.
And I no starts.
Miles between us, and no road.
So many miles.