// the unapologetic poetic type
The last few days of the decade are nigh, and I just realized I haven’t made a single post here since January. How can a whole year have gone by since I heard the Strokes and made a post about it? It’s easy for me, as a creator, to look back and feel lost in…
Read MoreA song is muffled under the weight of thousands of tons of sand under the weight rocks break and on the limestone, I lay listening to the night we cannot see our hands before us but they are orange stained from the dust that coats the wild dog’s fur and sifts between the camel’s lashes…
Read MoreThere exists a dissonance when you finally acknowledge that which had previously gone unnoticed. It’s all subconscious consumption and blissful unawareness until you wake up one morning in a bed you’ve woken up in dozens of times before to find yourself someplace new– it is here you find yourself, once oblivious, now in love over…
Read Morewatch her melt into the sand, her heart claims this land where date fruits taste like home
Read MoreHello. It’s been a while. Quite a while, actually. As per the title, welcome to my confession-session about being smacked in the face brutally hard with some good ol’ writer’s block. This is a surprising occurrence as I was certain all my new and exciting experiences abroad would surely open up the creative gates to…
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