Nathaniel Orion G. K., March 2022
the last letter
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The up, The down and everything between.
THE UP
Its like the wind on the summer evening,
playing with your hair and making you smile.
The night sky is full with stars,
you can see the constellations you read about,
when you were 13.
There is music playing, ‘Its good to be back, no longer alone”
Your curve upwards and you let out a breath
you never knew you were holding.
There is dust on your face, but you…
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hey, are you listening?
hey, are you listening ?
my walls keep on falling,
there’s a shadow on my head and I am afraid.
hey, are you listening ?
theres a hand on my window,
the floor keeps on shaking more and more and more…
hey, are you listening ?
I am running out of air,
I am one the floor, there’s a rattling in my bone.
hey, are you listening ?
I stopped breathing.
hey, are you…
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Person: call me
Me: has 34 panic attacks
Me: questions my existence
Me: nope (while having a meltdown)
Person: okay
Me starts feeling guilty
The distance between me and my past is not very large…690 km to be precise.
Did I run all the way here or rode some cloud of power I don’t remember?
Funny I ran so hard and so fast and I still find myself under.
Every morning I find something crumble…is it my soul, my mind or just another blunder caused because of my dropping eyes and my body aching to lay in a deep slumber.
The wind…
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I Am Falling Again.
So, what do I do on my free days?
I wake up late, search for a cup of coffee,
Make myself a plate easy breakfast and then
It’s a day of selfcare.
I think of the books to read and shows to watch
I lay down on the grass and look at the sky.
I paint my nails and I curl my hair
Then bunch them and use a ribbon to tie.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I can see
See a void…
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somehow his talks about all the cravings i have had or will have...but mostly it talks about how i crave for the touch that i can never have the way i used to.
“You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.”
— Alida Nugent
INTRODUCTION OF SORTS…
Hope is a new thing for those who have been lost too long. I am in love with my future but I am scarred of what it might become.— Me (high on some random happy moment which washed away too soon) This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates. Honestly I don’t know why I am even trying…
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it starts by listening to the same playlist on repeat,
its Finneas, Dean Lewis, Banners, followed by Benjamin, Grey
and a touch of sugar, spice and everything that peirce my heart.
I find myself wondering if the poems say it out loud
or the songs add the missing harmony
sometimes I find it in lines traced on old yellow pages
and at others in the random flowers pressed between…
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Just a girl who is going through anxiety and awkwardness. Walking on the roads of life, learning lessons, writing poetry, living stories, capturing moments and making weird, bad, and pathetic puns.
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