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Freezing Warm Sunday Morning
Warm Sunday morning. 11:11 on the clock. Been sitting here since nine sharp. Why can’t I get up, I wonder, as if it doesn’t happen enough times for me to know freezing like this is no surprise. The fatigue of a long past week condensed all at once. I subconsciously try making the feeling of calmness last. And the transition from waking to rising takes its time, it plays by ear, so accordingly I hold back. It’s the reflection of the sun through the blinds that I can’t stop looking at, displayed on the white ceiling like an art installation, is it not? And the ceiling fan spinning nonstop on…
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Neglected Flower
Sometimes in life we forget to care for things and people that should’ve been under our watchful eye all along. We neglect them. It’s also a very human behavior that, once we realize that something or someone is gone, we want to do anything in our power to get what’s lost back, to start over again. But life has already made other plans and what we neglect becomes a lost cause. You can’t revive a flower once it’s dead; you can’t make an aching soul love you when you’re the reason for its pain. Things must be cared for while they’re still alive. Once they’re gone, it’ll take a miracle…
