Between Sleeps
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impermanence
Fall down on your knees Hear the whisper through the trees No one’s come to save you. I’ve only ever cried to one song, and it was only once. I think I was twelve, definitely not older, but probably younger. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard it, but perhaps the first time I’d actually…
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Not a Writer.
I’ve never considered myself a writer. I have always relied on outside validation to indicate such. A professor suggested a creative writing course after I turned in a final paper in which I could not bear to write another literary analysis of some books I hadn’t really read that closely turned out to be a…
That Place Between Sleep and Awake: That Place Where You Remember Dreaming 