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hsyclara
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i had dream on 20th february. i usually write it down as soon as i wake up from it. and try to break it down and analyse it the next morning. but this one is, i don’t even think i can find the right words to describe it. not trying to sound dramatic but this dream transformed elevated my life completely. i think it was a nightmare. most of this context probably wouldn’t make sense to a lot of people. it’s the kind of dream you need to have yourself to understand the feeling of it. it was very scary, a lot of blood, very chaotic. i’m not going to write what my dream was about because i don’t want to sell it. but what i take from it is, from my understanding and after weeks of trying to comprehend it with the happenings in the dream and the effect it had on my life until today (29th april), i think my grandfather tried to reach out to me in the dream. my grandfather passed away in 2017. in my dream, he saved me. -i’m going to continue writing this when i have the words
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Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
comprehending my nightmare (2018)
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
watching beautiful things
cccccccconstantly que?tioning Myself
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
Untitled
are they sweet or bitter ?
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Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC
your tears
yeah. it’s like that.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
it’s like that
every other month, i fly. when my mind fills with worries and unease, my lungs expand with fear not air, my heart speeds, and with a single backpack i take a bus to the airport. long ride listening to my comfort songs is just a beginning to my little getaway. (i already feel calm writing about this moment) quick 30 mins wait at the gate, then i fly. my reality you can wait for me at the airport right where i left you, because you deserve a break too. see you in 5 days. i'll meet you back at the airport.
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Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
meet me at the airport
how do i tint the world in this colour? i love this. this is what i want to live in. i like my days here. my heart is beating so fast i can hear it in my head. YES this is it ! i’ve never felt more alive ! i’m breathing it and i see it !
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Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
my morning
it's 11:11pm where sorrowful low spirits cry sanguine prays to the other side of the sky the galaxy listens maybe a little too closely the cold atmosphere holds many's outbursts collecting agony and desires one too many wishes for the young stars to bear. but listen to our ambition, observe our devotion, sympathise our situation. scrutinise the inclination of our appetite. it's 11:11pm it's a galactic duty for the baby stars, not for too long. because nobody likes waiting. so create that miracle of ours and f a l l
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
galactic photosynthesis
the beauty of naivety as a kid viewing the world as two-dimensional the impeachable mind of declutter so uncontaminated and guiltless it's the brain still developing it categories happiness under one umbrella can't see what it shadows underneath you will soon set your feet on the ground and you'll meet face to face with what the umbrella covers but once you do don't use the umbrella catching a cold will be a pleasure
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
being happy makes me anxious
before a rope becomes completely cut those delicate shreds of strings twirled to embrace in union untwist and gradually untwine ever so gradually but know they will separate one day and once it's cut it can't be undone the rope itself can be taped or glued for external fix but the shreds of strings that absolute its primal state thousands and thousands of tiniest fractions that bridge the rope will forever struggle to find its individual continuation will forever have lost its other half
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
last shred of hope