December 2011
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“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream...”
– Edgar Allan Poe
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3:04am. On a glimpse of the night I caught with my bare hands the choices I did have. Alcohol riding the waves of your breath. You’ve been drunk of people your whole life, living from a story to another without even asking for it. I’ve been there, standing alone in a quiet room where I lived a life in a simple way, watching people pass by in the corridor but seeing no one knocking the...
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She has this old wooden trunk full of memories right behind her bed. She comes back in time again and again as if it was her own drug against all the broken dreams that follow her in those midnights spent alone. Every memory is perfectly tagged, so she’s able to find the right one for the instant she’s passing through or the feeling she wants to be eaten by. In her mess, she found the...
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I apologize if it caused any trouble, sir, but I needed to kiss this guy. And that necessity does not involve those extra-sugary feelings of “I’d rather die if I don’t have him”, but the real ones about a real girl whose life changed the day his eyes met hers. It’s not like I’m different now - the dreamy magic-and-love-believer half-realistic girl Your Honor could have met years ago is still here....