Personal Essay
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It’s better to wait until you gain perspective. When you’re in the middle of it all, you catch shards of truth and emotion as they come whizzing by, but it’s not until after the dust settles and you step outside that you can really see. And, it’s not that you aren’t still completely covered in debris, but at least at that point you can look back at the scene and see the place in which your body once stood.
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Writer of poetry (as necessity). Speaker of poetry (for fun).
Brown.Like the puddle on the corner swelling with life,eyes cut.And it hurts,because I’m hurtinghim.I want my chest to feel thingschemical reactions to occur,but I can’t make scienceinstance,I can’t decidemy insides stir.This is a sick gameplayed by hearts and winewhen limbs entwinein shared vibration.But worlds collideand that sciencesubsidesand life works its way into crevices.