I pour all of my thoughts and prayers into these small pieces of writing, hoping one day, I can…
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I am drawn to large bodies of water. Like a pulse, like a trance The clear blue rhythm of the waves Pulls my soul into its deep blue core— I’ve become Ophelia herself. Sitting in front of the ocean The waves ripple across my bare feet. The lines across them reflect a canvas— A painting
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I struggle to put my thoughts into words. My mind wanders off the pages. I always have something I want to say But I lose it every time I try to focus And whenever I run into uncertainty I find myself face to face with my darkest thoughts. So, I lay my pen down in
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It’s 10:30 am in the morning on Thursday, January 16th, and I’m slowly fading in and out of consciousness while I try to conserve my energy for college later in the day. With my current coursework schedule, I’m able to get a couple of extra hours of sleep on Thursdays as my classes start later
starlight musings 