Tags: age

  • twenty-one.

    Since I could write, every birthday I have written a letter to myself. This is year 21. Dear Self, Wow. Two decades of molding and shaping this being have occured. This body you possess has become familiar. The soul, not so much. Although you feel that you are becoming who you want, let us not [...]

  • absence & presence.

    An excerpt from the journal of Lust: You know dear friend, sometimes, I consider myself to be a complex person, perhaps even remotely interesting, and then I remember, well, this is only one part of me. Am I not but so many different types of me? And if so, should it be named hypocritical? Or [...]

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