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Empty Pt.2
I read a lot today. Something caught my eye, and I began thinking about it. The human hand has 27 bones. I looked at my hand and smirked, strangely. The human hand has 27 bones, and each of mine misses each of yours. It’s such a simple yet beautiful feeling. Your hand is mine. When…
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Medicine
For a sick person like me, she is the medicine. The medicine in the form of water, when we’re sitting in front of the ocean, together. The medicine in the form of breath, her slow, deep breaths turning into sleep in my arms. The medicine in the form of silence, when we are talking through…
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Happy Birthday, Little one.
the last page of this letter can be found here.
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Why?
I dealt with this question all my life. I read the greatest thinkers, I pondered on countless books. I drowned in deep conversations, and at the end of all of it. I wondered, Why? Unrelated to the ideas in the books, the conversations, the thinkers and the philosophers, just why should I go through with…
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Refresh
“Can I refresh now?”, she said. A whiff of joy percolating inside me every time she says those words. It’s 4 am. I can’t sleep. Driven into the exhausting spirals that consume me, I’m watching her sleep. Innocence. She sleeps without a worry in the world, I will always envy her for that. Her upper…