The Deciding Moment

I wouldn’t consider myself a writer, but on occasion, I do really love to sit down and put my thoughts onto paper. I will often write about my daily observations, past experiences, or just whatever I am feeling at the moment. Sometimes they will be little snippets or full-blown pages. Over the past few months, I have filled a few pages in my journal with pieces I would like to share with you all. Here are some of my favorites: 

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first two collages by me :)

Conversations 

Stuck in a constant cycle of my routine

I avoid conversations others want to have

Rather not know, isn't ignorance bliss?

Feeling stuck in dialogue yet

I long for a conversation with a stranger 

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I want to understand you & tangle myself 

In the mess of your thoughts 

Wrap myself in them, hoping to find myself in the process

No warning, no yield 

Let your mind go & let the words fall off your tongue

Testing myself, tell me what I want to hear 

Will I fall for your words again?

I won’t know but

Please don’t let me get lost in you

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I think I’ve Internalized The Cold

Heads down as we made our way to the bus 

I feel the wind as it pushes against me 

Feeling the tears swell up 

Keeping my head down

The slush seeps beneath the soles of my shoes

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made by my wonderful and talented sister :D

By My Lonesome 

I stood outside my front door watching the pigeons glide above the houses on my block

A collective, as one

A short performance before landing back on the roof of the house across the street

As I walk up the creaky steps to my apartment, the mesmerizing scene I caught on my way in is repeated on a wonderful loop

It was nothing out of the ordinary, however, it stood out today

Maybe it was the vibrant blue sky above them or the fact I was grounded enough to appreciate it

I normally wouldn’t have hesitated to rush inside after a long day but today I didn’t

Just the pigeons and me on the empty street