Missing Piece

I. I keep rereading the letter I wrote to you back when we wouldn’t pay attention to our own movie marathon and inevitably lock our lips together. We would never know what happened to Mike and Sulley at Monsters’ University or understand the worldwide obsession for Disney’s newest icy animation but it’s not like we…

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One-way Street

Hope becomes a pretty stupid thing when you pair it with unrequited feelings. Just look at me, putting nonexistent meanings in unfamiliar songs and writing fine print between lines with no further depth. There’s a difference between being cynical and being delusional. Can you justify hope you’ve molded yourself? Can you believe in what wasn’t…

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Short Open Letters to Stepping Stones

Dear flustered kindergartner, you’re obviously not in kindergarten anymore, but I never knew you as anything else. The only living memory I have of you is a snowball fight, preserved in a moment in time like a fossil lost in frozen ice dug up years later to represent forgotten history. The frost left me with…

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Here’s Your Instruction Manual

When he was mine, I really could have used one, so here’s yours (or at least, what progress is of it). You can either thank me or pity me later. He is not one to show you off to his friends. So if you were looking for the guy that would pronounce your star-crossed love…

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