Today marks the third anniversary of our first encounter, and how fitting that this should also be our last. Looking back at this past year, it should come as no surprise. This playground where I’d come to escape has been…
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And Soon Not Even That
I knew then that it would end, that that was it; the last one I’d ever see. There was no cause for celebration, only mourning for who I was right then, for I’d not be there for much longer. I…
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A Place of Ruin
“My playground,” I’d once say. A place to let loose, be free and play. A place where I’d go to see the colors extinct from my own life, to cry away the clouds and just spill my heart and soul.…
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Postpone
It scares me deeply, the thought of it. Let me hold on to this nothingness for a while longer, for once gone, I will never live it again. It scares me deeply, the thought of living in the real world.
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No Sooner
The truth is you’re alone; you’re up there standing all alone. There’s no one there with you, no one to hold your hand. There is no comforting companion, it’s just you on that ledge, you and everything that brought you…
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Do My Lips Speak of the Happiness They Find on Yours?
Can you hear my mind through the silence in-between the songs? Can you hear the poems in the back of my head, or the love my synapses sing whenever I turn to look at you? Do my fingers speak of…
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Year Two
Today is a special day here at Clueless Headquarters: it marks the second year anniversary of Dunno. A blog I have on more than one occasion referred to as a playground for my mind, Dunno still fulfills a need which,…
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The Monster