sentimentalist_writes

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    That’s All He Wrote

    I will turn 26 this year, and what a terrifying thing that is.  I will turn 26 this year, and yet I have no idea if I am where I’m meant to be. Sure, I am not where I wish to be, but how can I know that if I don’t know where I should…

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    A Man Across The Hill

    I met a man across the hill, behind a house along the countryside.  He sat alone atop a bench, under a tree as equally worn from the years.  He sat alone atop that bench, staring at the noon sky. He sat alone, until I sat with him, when he turned to me and whispered.  “Dark…

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    清明节

    Death; as lonely an endeavour as life. Grief; as ferocious and crippling, as time. None will bear that burden for you. Fewer, will bear that burden with you. Death; the sincerest cause for life. Grief; more everlasting and beautiful, than love. Once a dozen questions strong, now only one remains. One I am much too…

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    One More Dance?

    Oh yes, I like this.  No, I love this.  Air so thin, I can taste those familiar, desperate breaths.  Wiser this time; you cleared the sidelines.  Wiser this time; you locked the doors.  Wiser this time; you shoved them out.  But in your efforts to spare them my touch.  You effort yourself right into it. …

  • Should I Ever Choose It (Part I)

    The space is dark, and I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. I touch it with a hand, and find a hole spewing crimson down my arm. A grotesque voice calls out, as I see two gleaming red dots in the distance, “Come, little sheep, back to the arms where you were nurtured.  Come,…

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    It Does Not Chase

    Scurry, little mouse, the skies are growing blind.  It spares no great attention, it feels no deep remorse.  Now, if it cries, it will only paint us red. Flee, tired sparrow, to the mountains you must go.  Hide within the caverns, cower between the crevices.  Its stability will not betray you, so long as you…

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    The Price Willingly Paid

    (E): You cannot live out there, alone.  No one survives, alone.  It is in our nature, to require reliance as we require nurturance, to grow.  How certain can you be, that you know the way on your own?  (L): I don’t know..  The only thing I do know, is that I may never learn to…

  • Do you know now, how it feels?

    Dear Winter Rose,  I asked what story you’d like to read, and in turn you had asked to hear mine.  You asked to hear how it feels. And so, I began to ask myself where to start. How to begin describing a feeling buried so deep, yet only just out of reach.  A sinking feeling,…

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    Flower Girl

    “What are you thinking about, all the way out here?” a voice calls out, drawing me back to the present. My empty gaze sharpens, as I find myself sitting in a big empty field – the damp soil was soaking through my trousers, a testament to how long I had been sitting here. I quickly…

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    Waiting, But Always Here.

    The room is silent as sunlight floods through the open window. Unlike the last time, there was light in the room. Unlike last time, I am seated right before it. My body sat firm. I sensed a great peace preparing to engulf me.  Has the sun always felt this warm? A radiance as addicting as…