Tag: late night thoughts
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Are you ever torn between “I don’t give a f*ck” and “I felt that too much”? Entirely. Because I completely hear you if you are. There are millions of us who can connect with that sentiment. (And there’s an even more inclined crowd, like this self-proclaimed poet, who feels everything even deeper.) I’ve known cold…
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I love quoting these words by Sylvia Plath because they strike a chord within me every time, and I bet within most storytellers. It goes like this: I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for…
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It was a weekday. Before I opened my eyes, I felt one of my arms wrapped around some big, firm but soft shape. Slowly, my heavy eyes still closed, I ran my hands up and down trying to use my sense of touch to make up what it was, and why it was in my…
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I saw a beautiful rotary dial telephone in Spain and it inspired me to want to write a verse or two. But when I met the blank page, no words I loved made it out of my head. There was, though, this other thought about the different calls; the calls we miss and our callings…