Look into my eyes, 
the window to the soul. 
See the gaping hole?
The iris, my left, your right
it’s a telltale sign of the 
loneliness inside. 

Was it always there,
or did it just appear?
Or was it slowly over time,
that part of me had died?

Now I stare at old pictures, 
that go back many years
in search of correlation
with nights of shedding tears.

I feel like it’s the best I can do,
to find when it occurred so 
I may hope to find why.  

How do you fill the hole
when where it is,
is within the soul? 

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  • #brown eyes #loss #creative #writing
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Hopping from

time-bomb to fire-hazard, I find comfort in the most dangerous of places these days. 

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  • 2 weeks ago

Saw the headline of this article on Al-Jazeera and could have sworn it was an onion article

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  • #womensmovement #women'srights #liberal #politics #un
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Repeated States of Existential Terror

due to perceived sightings of gray on my face, followed by relief when it’s only ever dead skin. 

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  • 3 weeks ago

California’s State Legislature has been killin’ it recently

Yes means Yes law

Divestment from hedge funds for their public employee retirement system

ban on plastic bags

fair sentencing drug law

hell yeah, go california

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https://zetazeta.bandcamp.com/releases

Check it out free music that my friends made (I did keys on it)!

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  • #music #post-hardcore #aliens #creative #free
  • 3 weeks ago

I’m in love with a stage of a process, not the process itself. 

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Where do I live?

The intersection of Day Dream Dr and Wishful-thinking Way. 

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That lock is just symbolic, 
my silence unsustainable.
I should make it dark now, 
and my attention unobtainable.

For I have wronged another,
and I don’t want to deal with that.
So I hide and pray and hope that they
may find within them mercy. 

I’m sorry. 
I’m sorry. 
Sorry that I never stop apologizing, 
if not verbally, visually.
It’s in my demeanor, my overeager
tendencies to rush anything
because of all the vacancy
I’ve shown only indirectly. 

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