Whether I realised it or not, I’ve been molded within this crucible of love. As steel bends and morphs into a swirling, viscous kaleidoscope, so has my soul. Broken down and now bubbling with desire and intrigue, I was born curious, but now my body has sunk deep within muddy soil. Strangers dip their boots in me and scrape it along the pavement outside their houses. I lie outside worlds and feel t... » Continue Reading
sometimes it feels like the entire world attended some 101 class that i just happened to miss out on. feeling like i was on the outside looking into some club that i missed the initiation of was a common feeling i had growing up. peering through the condensation, confused about how it was so easy for others to get along, how they all naturally clicked into friendships. i was an intense kid. how i ... » Continue Reading
this is cool, I've always wanted to keep my own personal blog, I've never had a diary before but I've always wanted one. My handwriting is awful. i hate looking at the words i write so that's probably deterred me from keeping my own journal, and every other platform feels very public. i think documentation is important, i like the idea of information about someone being fed through personal entri... » Continue Reading
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