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Why writing is hard: A struggle with my own voice
Words, my own words are difficult for me to keep around. One sentence exhaled is quickly inhaled. However writing a […]
The Rush to Wait
Stasis, utter isolation, stifling monotony, day in and day out. The lonely nature of staying still and digging in never […]
A Soliloquy on Pain
Hello my arch nemesis, or should I call you my faithful and steadfast constant companion? You surround me, and yet […]
About Mischief Memoirs
I hope to post a mishmash collection of creative and occasionally opinionated thoughts, essays, poems, and doodles. So most definitely, […]
I Told You So: The Double-Edged Sword of Awareness.
Can our desire for others to know as we do ever really be satiated?