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gallery
My thoughts are abstract as paintings, and their gallery is a maze of wrong decisions and mislead interpretations. Can you navigate the corridors of my mind, or will you lose yourself much like I did so many years ago?
festive
My hot chocolate warmed my hands and the lights carefully draped around the tree warmed my heart. Outside it was snowing, large, fluffly flakes, but I felt as warm as could be; physically, emotionally, and in soul. I smiled to myself and to my mother. This was what Christmas really meant. I drew the blanket closer around me, cuddling closer to the woman who had so expertly raised me and loved me. I knew that in that moment, nothing could be more perfect. Silently thanking the universe, I took the last sip of my hot chocolate and let myself drift off to sleep.
tank
I stare at the screen; four more questions. I'm running on empty. My emotions today have been drained, and my tank holds only vacant space but for a few measly drops... are they tears? Sweat? Blood? Knowing how these late nights go, I can only guess some gruesome mixture of the three. I lay my head down in defeat and let out the last little bit of feeling held in my tank; it erupts in a wave of self-pity. Oh, how I wish I could be strong again.
distilled
I would challenge you, dear, to remove your old mask but with war in the air it's too much to ask. Can you see through the shield you wear with such pride? Is your goal to become or simply to hide? These questions, I fear, are the reason my eyes have accustomed to watching and picking out lies. But please, worry not. I'll always forgive, for your heart knows the truth and with that you must live.