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  Jun 28 Papaya
Mariah
My younger self would
love that I watch the movies
she did too, back then.
Twilight on rainy days, unashamed.
Papaya Jun 19
The reason we romanticise our childhood isn't because we miss it; most of us would do anything not to go back or maybe even to forget it.
When we were children, we had no past; we were free. Our past is what keeps us in a mind-cage. We are slaves to it.
To find true freedom, one must live each day as if it were their first.
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Papaya Jun 19
Even when you're out sight,
Even on my happy days,
You're bright.
from a painting with sunshine and no sun. I wrote this 4 years ago; I don't really understand it now.
Papaya Jun 19
Even when shielded by the clouds,
Even on my darkest nights,
You shine.


Why give up when the moon is so beautiful?
From a painting of the moon half covered by clouds.
Papaya Jun 18
I have never truly been alone.
I have always written to an audience, to someone.
Someone who sees in me even what I don't see in myself.
I am always being watched.
At night, my pillow watches.
In the kitchen, the window watches.
On a walk, the leaves whisper warnings in the wind.
I don’t understand when people ask what I’m like when I’m alone
because I have never truly been alone.
I experimented with structure to mirror my inescapable paranoia using circular writing.
Papaya Jun 18
Because joy is the absence of sadness
and sadness is the absence of you.
from my journal, 4th of Feb.
Papaya Jun 18
Something I notice in myself, in my sadness, is the way I yearn for it during times of happiness,
But absolutely despise it when it truly comes.
From my journal
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